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the mist dances atop the vessel
the leaves bathe in steeped silence
anticipating our advance
punctuating our presence
beckoning our body
the teacup is a portal
into old and new cultures
bridging the flow of flavours
between the celestial and terrestrial
the bitterness
scorches down my throat
with the piercing power
of a million microscopic daggers
like a magician's trick
the tea shows us the unbelievable
sip, sip, sip
the light liquid
a kind of herbal electricity
a current of warmth
my throat starts to unravel
giving me space to breathe again
sip, sip
unearth the pu-erh
allow the aromatic assault
surrender with each swig
one more swish
one last tease
sip.
i'm left with leaves
and memories of you
naturally drunk
with nothing and everything
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