Lapsang's smoky tea

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Lapsang's smoky tea


Lapsang's souchong's
pungent nip of nose
wafts beyond the lip of cup
and sits there
waiting for my lust
to overcome me.

I approach,
humbled by the steep of tea,
the weep of leaves
giving off a smoky fragrance
only ancestors can love.

I pour it quickly,
drown my throat and
past my nose.
It coats my thirst.

The cup is emptied, filled
and emptied twice again,
until my lust is quenched.


Kåre Enga

catalog number: [162.648]
29 desember 2005