Look here’s that uninvited
Alien presence look it’s here
A shudder on the ocean of tea in the cup
Rust taking hold
On the edges of our laughter
A snake coiled in the depths of the mirror
Will I be able to hide you
From your face in mine
Look it’s the third shadow
On our imagined walk
Unexpected abyss
Between our words
Hoofs clattering
Below the vaults of our palates
Will I be able
On this unrest-field
To raise you a tent of my hands
(Vasko Popa)
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Based on Topics: Tea PoemsBased on Keywords: coiled, clattering, uninvited, vaults, palates