Arabian Tea 

This untamed brew of delectable Arabian 
tea is a thick, lush delicacy. It flows within it’s
humbled cup, like a mellifluous molasses within it’s proximity. 

The steam from the delicate cup mysteriously rolls up, mimicking 
the arabesque dance of a woman in the night. It’s pourer hums an 
anticipating rhyme, longing for the thick taste of burning fire to run 
down his cold throat. What a warming brew, thick as a stew, 
that is a nectar on which I dote. 

The dancer in the steam rolls up and around me, 
as I dream of the sweet, intoxicating goo. She delights me, 
invites me, and pulls me towards her tempting domain. 
At its sight I fall quite lame. 

From cup to cup dose it pour, in a darkly flowing stream, it does sore. 
What painstaking work to achieve this Mecca of a beverage, as it goes 
back and forth within it’s domain. I see it, but keeping my tongue virgin 
of it drives me insane. 

When it is ready for me at the end, I am grateful for this enchanting 
hot drink. When it reaches my mouth, my aching bones sink, and I 
truly recall the incomparable taste of it all, as I delve into multiple servings.

by M.M.