Indian Brew
You have dissolved me,
spinning sugar in long brewed cups of Indian tea...
breathing cardamom dust and mint
liquid me, sweet upon your palette,
no longer holding grounds of abstinence
no longer crystal, glittering under microscopes in glass
but one with the steam of ancient grasses and pods
This is the life. I'll melt for you any day.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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