Ode to tea
August 5th, 2007 by Bill
Yes, I’ve posted this elsewhere a long time back, and originally wrote it an even longer time back. But since I haven’t posted anything here in quite a while (too busy enjoying the east coast summer) I repost …
Ode to tea
There is no better thing than tea when asexuality
insinuates into your life its dull and dreary knife.
Try passing a drab little while with a sip of camomile;
Consider all that might have been with tea that’s Asian and sea green.
Remember Eros’ faded feeling with nostalgic Darjeeling;
or recall a rose blushed May with bergmoted Earl of Grey.
When loving limbs don’t wrap behind you and absent amour cannot find you,
bear it with a stoic grin and a cup of fragrant jasmine.
Herbal brews can wipe a tear and soothingly uplift and cheer
until you’re almost feeling merry with tea black currant or strawberry.
Hibiscus, rose, cherry blossom, alone or in a blended sum,
with berries elder or of rasp brewed as tea unloose the clasp
of sadly solitary days and banish your self-doubting haze.
Tea orange pekoe, or ginseng will amaze by how they bring
the uncompanioned right back to a far less desperate point of view.
Thus they say that simple tea cures the heart remarkably;
and if it can’t a lover find, at least it helps you not to mind
the lacklustre state of self you endure upon the shelf
of sweethearts who’ve been set aside. Let gentle tea become your bride,
or husband, as the case may be, though flesh it cannot ever be,
at least you’ll hold your cup of tea.
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