if a beautiful lady invited me over for tea I wonder would it be hot or cold bitter or sweet in a cup or glass I wonder whould she use fine crystal vintage china plastic cup or stain coffee mug I wonder would she pour mine for me or would I have to pour my own I wonder would she serve it with sugar or honey and if she would ask me would I like cream with mine I wonder if it would be the finest brew of flowers and fruits picked from gardens and trees chosen especially for me I wonder would she serve me madeleine's on a plate lined with doilies and call me darling I wonder would she take time to make tea cakes from one of her grandmother's old recipes or use rapid rising yeast to make a batch of buttery crumpets served with homemade orange marmalade I wonder would she sit down beside me or across from me I wonder would I look at the floor and think to myself "when is the last time she swept" or into her eyes and wonder "when is the last time she slept" it's important to me to gather enough information in one sitting to decide if I should drink fast to make a fast break or sip slow to stay longer for the connection to grow stronger and age gracefully I'm wondering about her cup of tea would it make me feel warm or cold inside I like it both ways but I know "once the cake is gone there's no more cake to have" once the tea is gone there's no more tea to have a wonder is an "awe" pass of moment