I see you in a tea bag, diffusing out
Like silver mists fogging my path of sight
I’m the water that needs your mahogany
A watery transparent world as empty
As the obsolete color in me.
And you slowly enter through my cracks
The hydrogen atoms that are joined
To oxygen in imperfect configurations.
And I can do no other, but let you dilute
Through me, a little blissed blend
Of orange pekoe, an unopened leaf bud
Flushing out to be a vessel
On my ventral ocean. A pekoe as orange
As the meticulous amber of your fiber.
Unfurling a leaf bud of superstition
In to a flavorsome science
Perfection has blossomed.
