Intentions

I wish to be for you a tea cabinet,
well apportioned
with shining panes of transparency
through which you see my purpose
all my purposes, in small square tins,
a disorganized jumble of intent
to wake you gently in jasmine green
or with brash Irish boldness to lend you strength.
Sometimes I brighten your day with a burst of color
hibiscus and cranberry and ice.
I plan to soothe with lemon and ginger
those things which might, in time, irritate
and in the evening, coax you to sleep
in chamomile fumes.
There are a thousand reasons for myself
hot and cold and sweet
but still it comes in the end to this
a kiss and opening of lips.