White tea, br aristocrat that once br an emperor’s concubines’ br slim fingers plucked br at dawn, dew-drenched br upon the mountainside, br rare oriental pearl, its br scent so subtle and precise br defies analysis, br is pure delight. br Within the amber br liquid lapped in br palest porcelain br tipped leaves uncurl br to leave a taste br upon the lips divine, br meanwhile like br mist or smoke br steam rises from the cup, br its wraiths unfurl br about its lip, br become a fragrant br kiss, a lover’s tongue br that seeks a loved one’s br tongue to touch br gently, tip to tip.