The kettle let out a heated cry.
The rising steam accompanied by familiar song settled as the flame died.
The jasmine leaves I had gathered, with hands shifting the paradigm,
legs changing the pattern of life’s direction,
my instinctive temple lead by scents through aromatic inspection.
All gave way for the succession of a relaxing night,
in your embrace.
Your taste as potent as the freshly brewed tea.
I found serenity in you
when you opened and receive me.
Ricardo Hanley Jr.
Photography: Ahmed Ashhaadh