305: Tea Ceremony

They offer me jasmine in the morning,

while dawn creeps over the horizon

to peer at our silence.

Steam rises

as the temperature drops

to a palatable warmth.

They pour

and I drink.

Two mouthfuls,

all there is.

They smile

when I silently

ask for more.

Dawn

catches in their hair.

The aftertaste will stay

like a shadow of light

in the back of my throat.

Unreachable.

Teasing.

A gentle reminder

of the morning's flavour.

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Written by: Katrine Hjulstad

Instagram: @katrinehjulstad

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