I look at you while
plucking green buds of tea
in the rhythm you scribble
your lips on my tongue.
the smell of raw tea leaves hangs
on your copper body
the river runs through the hairs
of your chest
I dip my ankle into it
the water – rings ripple till it kiss the banks
and the overwhelmed banks melt
into it in love.
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