Tea?

I like pouring your tea, lifting
the heavy pot, and tipping it up,
so the fragrant liquid streams in your china cup.

Or when you’re away, or at work,
I like to think of your cupped hands as you sip,
as you sip, of the faint half-smile of your lips.

I like the questions – sugar? – milk? –
and the answers I don’t know by heart, yet,
for I see your soul in your eyes, and I forget.

Jasmine, Gunpowder, Assam, Earl Grey, Ceylon,
I love tea’s names. Which tea would you like? I say
but it’s any tea for you, please, any time of day,

as the women harvest the slopes
for the sweetest leaves, on Mount Wu-Yi,
and I am your lover, smitten, straining your tea.

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How beautiful it is when a poem and a song work so beautifully together. The poem is by Carol Ann Duffy and the music is by the Rachels. The song is called "Tea Merchants". Its amazing how important silence is in this piece of music. Wow. Go listen, but make sure you are reading the poem while listening to it. :) Smile, this is all too beautiful. No?