Separation (no more milk in my tea)

A coarse liaison between milk and tea.
The first, so callous, annuls the nutritional significance
Of the latter. As in a malign attack of potent, eternal
Cancerous cells. Yet much less malicious glee.
A nest of laconic maternal care in a glance
Over your yesterday picture.
I did want to retrieve your pure, feral
Gusto for dissidence. Couldn’t.
No harbinger of worthy profusion
The hurricane has appalled the love recreation.
A division
Adulterates the whiteness of our shared duvet.
No more touch and feel.
Christen this new ego eager of other chapters,
Inaugurate the forgive and heal
Hawkishness. Now I care more
About me than you or us from before.

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