Blue Willow

That sound needs to stop
It’s like a running toilet
And this place
I mean it’s incredible
The sensual sounds of Turkish music
Play in the background
Maps of places long forgotten from the world act as a backdrop
There’s the fragrant smell of warm tea
Longing to be sipped lovingly
Appreciated fully
Cared for deeply
The subtle flavors of black tea and chocolate combine to form a chewy delicacy that graces our table
And all along, I am almost in a state of meditation
Breathing, feeling my chest move up and down, listening
And all I hear is that damn toilet