You taste of old shoe
Of mildew and ripe wet earth
I turn my back now.
You call me again
Mildew has warmed to honey
I still taste old shoe.
Bulang is your name
I learned it out of respect
You change your nature.
Show me how to change.
To go from brown to golden
From acid to wine.
From acrid to fine
subtle shifts and your gorgeous.
Lush and damp and real.
I want to do that.
I want to be like this tea.
A constant surprise.