Nature Runs its Course

My tea cup is (cold) is waiting
for another drop which you don't pour
into it--instead, wine (drink up, me
heart). eyes your throat like I'm about to bite into it.

And I do, but I do it gently and let my tongue
run its course but it's your
wrist not your throat and that's because I'm looking
for your watch

(which you never wear but you should
because I'm tired of wearing mine.
Gives me tanlines).

Therefore, you do not have the time
and I am left pining after it.