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
love
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…
That’s some concoction! Beautifully penned!
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