Behind the Teacup

Behind the teacup
secrets dance on your smile
disappearing over the rim
your gaze falling soft
jealous breezes curling fragrant streams
composed in tune with silent thoughts.

Behind the teacup
I watch you as you watch me
senses filled like falling dew
the wildness of Darjeeling mists
swelling heat, burning tongue
hoping for more than a poet’s muse.

DP: tea
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