Storming In Tea-Cups Poem by Meena Kandasamy

Storming In Tea-Cups

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“a cup of tea is not a cup of tea. . .
when you make it at twilight,
just for him.”

call it a love potion.
liquid dreams.
scented desire.
wishes boiled to a blend.

three cinnamon pods
the dried darjeeling leaves
milk and pearl-white cream
simmering to a syrup to be filtered.

as you sweat in its vapours
and imagine how the tea tastes
against his lips his teeth his tongue
and the pale pink insides of his throat

as you stir in the sugar
and test a spoonful to see
if it stings and soothes and
stimulates the way you intended

as you pour it into his cup
with eyes mirroring supernovas and
study the desirable brown of the tea

an entire shade
that fits exactly
between the desert sand of your skin
and the date palm of his.

almost the color
of your possible child.

(First published in Kavya Bharati)

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
manu k 01 March 2023

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Dutendra Chamling 22 November 2015

“a cup of tea is not a cup of tea... when you make it at twilight almost the color of your possible child. Beautiful...!

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Meena Kandasamy

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