On Tea

I inhale it

As if it were the morning sun;

Letting each of it’s steamy rays 

Flow in through the tiny pores 

Of my desperate nostrils. 

Letting its fragrance hit 

Every core of my senses,

I allow it seduce my taste buds,

And call my tongue 

To itself. 

I let all it’s aroma 

Travel up in the direction of my brain

And cleanse all the unwanted, 

Unwelcomed and lamentable dust inside there. 

I suck every drop of its essence 

Like it were the only fluid 

Adding life to my survival. 

I devour its entire existence 

By sipping it, drop by drop,

Letting each warm dew, 

Smoothly drive in 

All my veins 

And calm all of me,

For once!