Short Tea In China Poems

The dress was a vested interest
In looking good; the hair drifted down,
Soft Grecian lines that curled
Over sun-browned skin 
Camouflaging freckles on her back. 

Roving eyes took in the seated diva;
Her throne(worth all the tea in China,
Maybe more) was The Solar Bird,
A bronze, by Miro. 

Her exit was the East Wing’s nearest door....

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I'm stayin' up too late again
but wanna say this to you, my friends:
Your presence to me has more value
than champagne soaked diamonds coated with all the tea in China
pixie dusted to oblivion's paradise paradoxically coated with
olive oil and sweat pheroming gruntingly
grudgingly
boisterously beautifully
to somewhere.

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Thank you.  Very much....

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