Just give me tea,
Clear beautiful tea,
In all of its amber simplicity.

Please pour me some tea.
Just plain, you see.
Add nothing, not even philosophy.

I have come for a cup,
To cheer me up,
Nothing more do I require.

Let me just sip.
I prefer no lip.
Allow me to drink and expire.

Oh the intoxication
Of this relaxation!
This sinful little pleasure.

What’s that you say?
It’s just tea, by the way.
Not so, by my own measure.

©2011 Joanna DeRungs