Tea Tree

A green bud between two attractive leaves Looks at me from shade mixed sun, a glory I'd like to spend my time pursing my lips Musing on some lukewarm cups of story The top two leaves and the leaf bud they cut Nimble fingers of love and eyes in smile They live in rows of shabby ailing hut Pain and pleasure wander many a mile Snowy hill wind lends you lovely love-touch Soft palms of those tea girls warm affection Passing rain drops fondle your smell so much Leaves and buds can spread a fascination Come aroma in bone china cups close Let my molecules in lips dance in rose ____________________________________ 22/11/2016 Sonnet of 10 syllable lines each in 14 lines