7. Masala Chai

Masala Chai

a hindu milieu, a morning’s light of evening tea, steeped in parting tears gently poured an Amarillo cup, whose encircling rim, her tear stained, lipstick’d lips imprint the buddha‘s kiss each sip and sigh, masala chai

an amarillo porcelain cup, saucer’d and sassy, polished with purpose, appointed her heart shaped handle, she hands me to handle her to pour her with gentle care . . . a gentle pour

amour de ma vie, she pours, an amalgamated aromatic extract of black tea, fennel’d aphrodisiac caressed in cinnamon, possessed of green cardamom, unclothed to clothe in cloves, a gingered mist, a black peppered corn estrus marinated a watery milky sweet - steeped silver spoon stirred, slowly, sensuously my four chambered fervent heart

a hindu masala milieu of you, infused a morning tea steeped in parting tears gently poured an amarillo, amoretto porcelain cup, she hands me to handle her to pour her with gentle care, a gentle pour of parting tears