Tea Alchemy

Tea Alchemy

Into my glass teapot
little golden sirens
— splash
The humming begins low and bitter
Fins shiver, arms wrap around each other
Was the water too cold I wonder
The fire in my palm heats a waterfall
Along the glass walls it pours
In the rising hot spring mist
The sirens do not see their breaths
And so their minds still and tails rest
If I blow a gentle wind would their lungs stir?
Within two breaths, my teapot brews with life
The black of their eyes blows the clouds apart
Their pale skin begins to ripen
From orange blossom to sunflower orange
Their golden crowns unfurl, the water flushes gold
If I spill two honey drops
Would they sing me a song?
They caught my thought in their hands
Gazed up and seized my eyes
Slender fingers reach for slippery steam
They tug, pull, and drag
And lure my face into the waters deep
In the glass teapot the water sings
The glass echoes the flow of our fins
There may be seven seas
But how many taste so sweet?