You’re the queen of convenience,
where it drips down,
sweet into my tea,
where it seeps into my day
one place at a time.

So awful,
to be slow,
to be wet
only on one side-

then the queen is busy,
and why would I expect more
than to bask in the quience glow?
that is all I hope to be in the light
hoping for some kind of warmth.