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Organic
Ceylon Rose
The tea box said the aroma,
The flavour, would take me
Back to a simpler time when
Ladies were ladies and men
Were gentlemen, I wondered
When that was, where I
Would be going, holding
The cup tightly I took my
First sip and they were right,
Woodstock was over, Tofino
And Whistler were still sort
Of secret, and we lived in the
Now long before Tolle, an
Old song said Let’s Spend
The Night Together and we
Did, the aroma brought back
A hint of your perfume, the
Sweet smell of your skin,
The flavour brought back
Your kisses, the taste of your
Lips, your breasts, elsewhere,
And when it was over, that
Old song Everyone’s Gone To
The Moon, seemed to be playing
Everywhere.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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