Can you give me feedback on this poem?
I wrote a poem about making tea, and I just don't have a good ear for poetry. This might be dumb and it might be great and I just haven't the slightest idea. Feedback? Thoughts?
I watch the bitter liquid steam
And slowly drift into a dream
Where the rising warmth is not
The water boiling in the pot
But is instead your hand on mine.
Then I hear the kettle scream
And I awaken from my dream
Alone, except for warm caffeine.
Yeah, the last three lines are a bit fishy I guess. There is caffeine in some teas though. Breakfast tea has a fair amount.