Tea is just an excuse.
i am drinking this sunset, this evening.
and you.

and the afterglow...
of your gaze...is the only
sweater that I need.

it is to be savored like a
seabreeze-whispered

dream...in the mysterious
blue minutes
before dawn

like a secret
infatuation.... like slow
languorous sips

of green tea... like a lingering
glimpse

a self-wrapped
paradise

like his name
upon my lips.

there are some poems
that we leave behind
some that leave us behind

while some just live
silently
in the heart

crumble, sometimes
dwindle
disappear
die

and are reborn
when you smile again.

To fall in love with someone's thoughts - the most intimate, splendid romance.

fierce lovers.
and battle warriors

both come
from the same place.

there is bound
to be,
some bloodshed.