6/30/10

Darjeeling Tea
by Dave Aichele


Dear girl,
the innocence of my adoration
flows with the gales of my
eager breath, curling
in sync with the amber swirl
dancing in our teacups.

We laugh, we converse;
the chatter of new
acquaintanceship
fluttering alongside the last
orange and brown confetti strands,
that welcome the gentle
white faeries of
pure winter.

Chipped ceramic holding
a heaven with honey and lemon
the brew itself keeping hold
a spirit of its own, simple and
free.

Dear girl,
let the suave aroma
of my Darjeeling tea
soothe, warm you
the liquid tranquility
radiating though yet simple,
I find in its taste
with fond familiarity,
having brewed the tea
with you in mind.


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Born in South Philadelphia, Dave Aichele is a poet of the inner city, a muse of the streets and a student of psychology. He is currently working on a compilation of poems about urban life and all its challenges.