Brewers Of Love

Fix me a heart beat
grow me a rose
create me a winter night
play me a symphony
caress my warmly breast
feed my soul with soothing words
pitch my hands with memories
and bath my longing burns with a kiss
dance with me in our blindly nakedness
and marry our days with eternal pleasures.
Tell me stories
sing me country
tag my life with paintings of Picasso
store our love in a museum
where enviable night robbers
are our daylight guests
Be my super woman
and I will be your script
Pet me as a dog
feed my soul with genuine prayers
and I will remember of you, in all days of your goodness.

Use me as clay
play with my softness
to style me as a sensitive pottery
Tease me about the zoo of soup
with us two, in that summer time in China
on that roof top
where I exclaimed, "was that a snake we just ate"?

Let's see our love in photographs
and laugh off our wrinkles.
In our old age,
proverbial dry bones, are not a mirage.
Therefore,
let's say, "we lived",
without regrets
and drink our ghostly past away
'coz life is short as the midget.