Tuesday, December 27, 2016

Kerri Shying R # 169 - crux hibiscus

 crux hibiscus

Gold moon   the first touch
I could not find the wetness
just the heat

lemon moon   a second motion
exhaling sadly  all my faults  there came
a touch of water  on my two lips

the liquid that had seemed so clear now
the mother of sediment  and I   the maker
feel puzzlement  fear  yes  a desire to set to rights
dance a steam tango on my forehead

raised for the third time   the taste came in

the tongue splashing in the lake  knee deep
still wearing light Bogart pants    laughing

fine ginger notes   a field with long hollows
repining  turmeric cushioned over lemons
abundant sweet me  honey

set down this cup  one breath
again no photograph explains  the curiosity
born in tea.


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    1. It was a lemon honey turmeric cup of tea with a little cinnamon Efi, in my new glass pot. To say I was immersed may understate it.


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