Other night spent some time

in a dark room

not developing film

but to stir up a concoction

to drink when my heart

gets thirsty for

what I tasted before.

I started with a spoon full of

sugar, no, make that two

craving sweetness of her kiss

then added a cup of

passion, no, make that a pitcher full

craving her in such a way

it was hard

to concentrate.

I placed a pinch of

no, make that a hand full

of caresses

into a large pan

hoping each sip would ease

my longing to touch

her delicate skin.

Suddenly I realized

something was missing

searched for a special ingredient

found in my heart

pulled out a palm of

no, make that a shovel full of

what has been placed deep


since day one.

I thought after my first drink

this is so damn delicious

realized I had become

a brewmaster on the brink

of becoming drunk

named it

WHO Ale…

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  1. September 17, 2018 at 7:30 pm

    That’s some concoction! Beautifully penned!

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