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ginseng tea

"ginseng tea" - 1/20/04

what does it mean
when drinking farewell
is more aphrodisiac
than the next greeting

still the addiction
mirrors breath's need
to indulge in everything
death would deny

her face, a candle
her lips, once truthful
now ache with white lying
across shaming distance

each petal of moonlight's
hear me...hear me not
the voice of hope's strangler
echoing in shadow

"what for" is a question
useless to the shaman
(equally mistaken
by most men for wisdom)

as women
more tidal
mine less

of doubt's ore