Poetry About Tea: A Welcoming
Her collapse of the small: A Sip to silken memory: Flesh of honey, eyes of eve as Love begins: Harnessed of her power, She is daughter of the Red: Bliss, remind to so stir Time, Nectar, sound in cup. Slowly threatening her senses, Welcoming estate, she is dancer: Flora as her secrets, Unveiling in leaf. Character, written within touch of thought: Chance of lace, soft circuitry: Fires burn as deep, and lucid season of the reign of sweetest Spring, Cherry Blossom Dreams, and Jade bracelet, worn with candid etch and bitten neck of snow's slow hollow: Her senses, depthed in Scream... Thoughts to pose in chant and heart, in fail, her soul, encrypted along moods of seam and night, in herbal... She is dancer: Path to walk in skin and hardness: Radiance, be kind to Love... Harnessed of her flower, Poet of her Left Hand; circuits sensed through ease and flora's promise: Sweetened soul, so cast with hour. Until her path, ages devoured. Crimson heir and stage, beginning: glistening in mi...