Tea and Sympathy

Nine to five
reflections
treading through
explanations
that do not
want to play
eclipse is due
apologies
come slipping
through sun and moon.
Sometimes
a tall tale
an ugly murmour
gathers
inconspicuous
functionality
seduced by distant violins
as sands of time
stretch out
arrangements.
Cherry lips
reconnect
bring us water
wash away our tears
all gods are equal
especially mine
illusions of nurture
and the long distant plan
am working at the femininine instinct
lights flick on again, bring me cold tea and sympathy.