4


Stars are pilot lights
Everything changes into what it is:
At once and with
Suspension of time, belief and the normal clear gel
In between us and
Anything else just goes in
One clear flash:

The darkness is a thin liquid
Warm and sexual
Fetching both male and female
Object and being together

You light the gas
Put on the kettle
Wait for it to boil
Hiss
Pour a little, empty
Add tea and pour
Wait while it steeps
Then pour it
With absolute grace
Into a cup or bowl
Adding whatever else you fancy

While you do this
The poem already fades and washes off
And another one
You write
Sipping the tea

It is a better poem.