The first sip of cinnamon tea
after a cold shower on a Sunday morning
reminds me of lips travelled afar,
miles and miles from pressing against mine.
I shall now again relive a reminisce
sipping jaggery dipped chamomile.
And so, playing with the ghost of your kisses
residing in my cups of tea, I taste your China wine.
Neal Ym (Phalguni Y)
October 10, 2016