The steam rises
and announce us:
jasmine tea is ready
I will serve you a cup
and keep talking till dawn.
It rises equally
the urgency of the word
steaming me the reason:
words own texture
that poem will save as caresses.
Oct 24, 2014
Oct 24, 2014 at 1:00 AM UTC
The steam rises
and announce us:
jasmine tea is ready
I will serve you a cup
and keep talking till dawn.
It rises equally
the urgency of the word
steaming me the reason:
words own texture
that poem will save as caresses.
