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”