Poetry About Tea: A Stir of Undine's Echoes
Her circuits stir... these moments fair in wane of pour: bitten Taqsim, states of dare, palms of ancient hymn, endured in chaste: Purity, unveiled: Time, attacked with vein of primrose: hues of ginger, placed with grace, and Love, so written: Goddess birthed with rose and senses, touched: bodice cloaked in muse and melt; gathering as Undine, crimson, sparks, aware, as Beauty's fingertips, so rush in purpose, arrangement: This Princess, hymned under skies, of red and silken lullabies; petals as listening close; inhaling undress, exhale her years, Sliding memento, pursue the cracks, of Time's sweet toning, Liquid coarse, to design in Casto Forca, senses tied, in nurse of nectar, massaging gently, her flesh, in Slow: Hence in sonnet, Poet of dimension's dance, listen gently, to her inner mild, in Scream... All but a serpent's sweetened seams: In this name, of Love: Time has never led astray, Her Voice.