1.

I hear you
I hear the sound of you
In the room beyond where I am perched

I see you
I see you move slowly, thinking, allowing
Time to soak up particled emotion like tea leaves
relaxing into hot water

I touch you.
I think about touching you through
sight alone. As if to consume you
with hands tracing the warmth of the
tea cup against your palm

I taste you.
The hurried ginger
seeped into the corners
of your mouth
waiting for dual consumption
of our lips...slowly

Frantic seizing
of senses combined
you and i
drink the body to life.