Temper,Temper

I just now had time to find this thread! So, here is my contribution to the melee of words...

Souls breath, misting
On a reflected lick of spoon

A belly aching, grumbling
With the sweetened monologue of need

O this thirsting of hell and rage, tasting
Acerbic as a bitter pill, sweet as honey

Steeping lemon pout, clinking
Of porcelain, my swallowed steam

Of here and when, then and there, never
Drunk, these ticks and tocks

That swam in curses, this ghost of who
I am, a banshee, wailing for tea

I changed a few verb tenses to keep with the 'ing' that started it all. I found the 'ing' in the last line of the last couplet to be a great way to end it since it started with it!

I hope to add something to collaborate on in here very soon and will be willing to watch the fun grow....