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”


Photo by Oleg Guijinsky on Unsplash