Groove

I am not a pot

Why am I on your back burner baby?

I am not keeping time

but something seems to be going off

Too hot to handle 

and too cold to feel

Impatient laments

from stove to the microwave

I am an unwhistled tea pot

Now burning up with nothing to say

I am your finest china

Left perpetually in sheathing

Hope you didn't want the truth with your coffee,

Sugar

And now the saucer looks at the cup

Like he invented love

then destroyed it

Leaving this groove

where only you fit