Cup and Saucer

Cup and Saucer

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More heterogeneous than spoons in the drawer, but just as cute—
You exhibit an incontestable hierarchy. (Of course,
A house is only as good as its foundation).
Now, this has been bugging me for some time,
Are you by chance related to the gravy boat?
Wait, it just clicked;
All your best features fused into one, but
He is a bit chunkier (you doting pair).
But, turning 180 degrees now, what if—
God forbid—something dreadful were to happen
To either of you? (I mean more than just a chip).
Cup, would you move on, leaving your condensation
Shamelessly on another surface? Or would each damp
Ring haunt you as a guilty inverted halo?
No, I know that look—
Instead, you would find an expansive sandy shore,
Using all you have inside
To cast granular Taj Mahalic domes skyward.
And She—heavenly,
Smiling from above,
Back in one piece,
Holding your place deferentially
With a single candle
Or a tiny potted plant.

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