So warming and salty

Like diving into the North Sea

On a July day

Nestling my fingers around

The hot sensation of the handle

Burns my fingers gently

Melting Croutons

Sticky in the bottom of the cup

Congealing softly in my teeth

The soup satiates my hunger

When i’m desperately needing something

Hunger and thirst dissipated in one

Nothing softened at the bottom

Of my cup.