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.