Love Poems of Tea
Love Poems of Tea1
If I, the boiling water,
And you, the tea;
Then your fragrance
Has to depend solely upon my plainness.2
Let your dryness inside me
Softly uncoil and stretch;
Let me dissolve
Imperceptibly, your tension.3
I have to be hot, even boiled
Before we consume each other;
We have to hide, see and hold
each other in water
to decide
a tea color.4
No matter how capriciously
you drift;
Gradually and slowly
(O' gently)
You will into me submerge--
Deep.5
by that moment
the most bitter tear of yours
will become a best sip
of my fragrance.
Cheung, Dominic. Drifting. Green Integer: Los Angelos. 2000. p. 18.
Taken from Cup Of Tea and A Blog
