Pool of Saffron

I walk in tired, exhausted, wiped out!

My mind immediately turns its attention to her

"Ah, my love! I am home," I say,

"Just a minute, I am coming!"

After all she is the only one who refreshes me,

To relieve me from yet another distressing day

Her scent reminds me of her presence

I take her out, open her up; wow! There she is!

The aroma pleasantly flows into my nostrils;
My eyes close as her incense seizes me

And rejoice every particle of her fine dust

Floating calmly in the space in between

I am reborn! Its a sigh of new life!

I take you gently into my hand

With great love and care,
Then I can't help wondering:

"You are the one; I just can't stop loving you.
Whoever discovered you is a true genius."

I pour you in a silver pot of
Hot and white creamed juice -

Just the way you want it to be -

While you begin swimming in concentric circles
I stir the pool gently and watch you have fun in the vortex

I love the sight of watching you bathe

Imparting saffron color to the entire pond

Your envy makes the cold waters turn into vapors

The fragrance of such divine essence

I simply cannot let it go; you posses me!

Then I pour you into my favorite goblet

Smelling you for one last time, I take a sip

You never fail to re-energize my mind and soul

tea (n.) a hug in a cup
Caption courtesy: We Drink Because We're Poets

Sept 4, 2013