Teapots

Curvaceous porcelain

always hides what simmers,

presumed it so easily shatters,

then so often it is fondled frivolously.

 

But how the reality scalds

when that china

truly clothes metal

and you turn up that pilot,

which boils the contents

until it brews a broth

stewed with leaves

baked in a sun.

They can scorch so unexpectedly

whoever raised the heat.

 

What gets served

unto that person

can be so painful

should her temperate

make the flavor

full of toxins,

silently dispensed

with a lump of sugar

for disguising that steaming wrath.