Poetry of Tongues Free-verse #1

Glacial bricks huddle like cobblestone,
Flick of the tongue surrenders enigmatic mysteries
To passers-by, why are doves outside the window?
Are they opposing your lies?
You look like an emblem of all things eternal.
You breathe just like a fairy circling the rubble.
I sipped on this crimson tea so neck-wringing sour,
It just had to be ethereal.
Watch the cursory stippling of an evening lullaby
Envelop the mundane with its idea of bliss.