i make her tea
the way she taught me
and i see
the tectonics of the tea leaves
cupped pangeas and boiling lemurias
like fangs of desire fitting together
grinding water with heat into dust
of justmore, that hallows
the hollowing out of taste
but also remains behind
to be strained away
when ready to serve
like tea, like me, for her.
~ ajay
24/11/2023
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ways of slowly dying ~ poetry
Poetry"life is slow dying. so are their separate ways of building, benediction, measuring love and money ways of slowly dying." ~ philip larkin
