Minty
tea infuses,
ready to pour,
small spoon stirred
not shaken.
Peppermint freshens
sincerely dry wit,
permeates through
leaves of herbal aroma;
ivy wisps up old china
on a secluded balcony.
No added milk,
no notice of the heat
which second slurps
past chiselled teeth.
Steamed nostrils
twitch from finer hairs;
one raised eyebrow
lowers. Time to refill,
Bond’s off duty.
