Tonight's Poet Corner: Brewing
Brewing by Belinda Roddie Come, take this pretty blue towel and clean the rain from my face. Hold me against your chest and let me breathe in your pulse, your syllables, your poetry. Make a dent in the stubborn steel that wraps around my words like barbed wire. They have imprisoned themselves within their own paranoid barricade, and I cannot coax them out. You stick the needle into my tapestry and leave threaded hearts in gold embroidery. I'm stimulated by kisses, even when the spoon stirs the hot soup in my cold brain. I think the world ought to be melted like hot cocoa into a cup, something that we can sip on from the comforts of our bedroom: Traveling without the fare, or the slow flight through drunken time zones. I think I will marry you one day, but only when you have at least one gray hair, to remind me that we're mortal, and the dust collecting between our toes is the spirits of our ancestors sleeping. Come, wipe t