The Dance of The Tea Leaves

Tea leaves, tightly-knotted and tightly-wound,

form a constellation in the clay pot.

 

As the air and breath grow thin,

the dark leaves thicken,

and form a bed of seductive seaweed.

 

It's the water that opens their tight

bodies, makes them swell and pulse as tentacles –

diaphanous liquid.

 

As once my mouth

flooding by some source I could not trace

filled like the the tides and aroused aphros

 

As once your skin

dried up from pretending

feels moist again against your sleeve –

 

moist suddenly from the foam below.

 

Inspired by P.K. Page “Evening Dance of the Grey Flies”