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.
oh my, great stuff!
ReplyDeleteIt 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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