I have two cups with red tea
which combine their steam
into an oriental dance,
decorated in transparency.

I put my hands on this hazy body
to feel a certain shape
and to feed from a certain feeling…

I see liquid colours flowing
between the thin lines of steam
drawing my dream visage.

And then, I see you, a ghost on canvas
opening your eyes and breathing for the first time.

I need more tea, to bring you back to life,
I need more steam, to hold your hand,
to adorn your fragile heart
with the love born for you.