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