A typhoon of steam
Gushes before me
Urgent and blistering
Causing me to boil, and yet
harnessing the joyous conversation
Between us as we settle down with teapot
As close in encounter as bread is with butter,
Steak with kidney, fish with chips
The fog on my spectacles
Blinds me for a moment while
Leaves swirl and imbue
In the warmed vessel