26 June 2012
Out of the mist and steam It rears its fiery head From a clear amber ocean, Not a creature to great with dread, Comes the Oriental dragon, A figurehead of old Ground down, reincarnated, To pure elixir of gold. He swirls, restless in the vessel, Before he leaps upon your tongue, Awakening the senses For a day newly begun. He cleanses you, renews you, Erases all the bad, Replaces it with a glorious flow Of the dynasties, silken clad. As you clasp this prowling creature In your pale Western hands Just breathe in his aroma And give into his demands.
©Delilah
Green Tea Dragon • Opuss № I