I could use a good
stir about now. The top
and surface of things is
watery sweet, and sweet enough,
and it would be so
easy to dip it up, over,
into the cup. But press in—
look more, I say. Jam
your spoon down deep-like
to the raw heart of things
and spin it up. Take nothing
less. There—this
is what you’ve wanted
and been waiting for—the fully body and velvet
promise of how many stings and salves
and all that stuck
to deepen the tasting,
every sip of your steeping days.