I brewed the tea, my love

 

I brewed the tea, my love. I watered the flowers.
I fed the birds and cats; I petted the dogs.
I cleaned and fed the ants, turtles, dreams, and snails.
I washed the balcony. The pasta water boiled.
I cut the tomato, peeled the cucumber; their scent filled and wafted through the kitchen.
Oh basil, oh rosemary, oh thyme, I picked fresh love from the branch.
The jam boiled,
I waited on your warm lips until dreams turned pink...
Laws, rules, iron gates, barbed wire, and roses.
Those orphaned nightingales, braver than brave, who fly and sing poems to their roses and perch on the tips of iron spears...
I brewed the tea, my love. I watered the flowers.
I fed the birds and cats; I petted the dogs.
I smelled the books.
I've gathered salty seeds for you, my lips a parched monastery of altars...
I've collected all the beautiful dreams we'll see tonight from the branches of the heavens,
Let's sleep,
May God grant you peace, my love.

22.51 dream.