Jealous of the cup

Oh fragile porcelain
you daring thief
You steal what I can
only dream to keep
Your warmth caresses
where I long to dwell
Your kiss
a secret you’ll never tell
You touch his lips
so soft
so fair
And linger
where my heart would dare
You cradle his breath
his whispered sighs
While I remain
in longing’s disguise
Each sip he takes
a lover’s vow
And I
an outsider
wonder how
A lifeless cup
could hold such grace
Could taste the soul
I cannot trace
The steam
that rises meets his gaze
A fleeting veil
a fleeting haze
Yet even that
I envy still
For it touches him
against my will
Oh foolish heart
why ache so much?
For lips
you’ll never truly touch?
Yet still
I pine
my longing steeped
For love that’s his
but never reaped