The Tea Trade
I keep this cup for you, it’s full of tea
you like. It could be chai, or it could be
that Bengal Spice you introduced me to
when we were strangers. I couldn’t know you
were a cup yourself, and filled for me
with liquor steeped of everything that you
have seen and felt and love and loathe and do.
I bring my lips to you and learn those seas
you’ve sailed so far. And when my cup meets yours,
you sail, and reach my undiscovered shores.