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 microphone and bullet.

Her senses,

etched in cream.

Martian,

as Venusian Dream.

(2021)

Warmly,

Princess Jamila <3