A Beer To Dance In Our Smiles

Fifteen cartons of beer brewed to
perfection now rest comfortably
in the shed; cerveza for an Easter
wedding where the home-grown
theme is progenitor pride laced
with parental affection.

A beer to sip direct from the bottle’s
neck, abiding the signs and orchard
origins, the latter-day times of the
groom who desired this scheme
as a bequest in marking his fête
true-to-life in a sensual way.

It had to be Mexican – a great beer
to drink in the sun, a beer with lime
cut fresh and jammed in the neck.

A beer to debate if the surf is
worth a trip today,

a beer to abate the fiery taste
of spicy guacamole served with
languorous grace by Svenska
wenches in low-cut dresses,
whose eyes soothe where their
curves ignite,

a beer to drink late into
gardenia-scented night.

A beer to dance in our smiles
as we celebrate each glance
at our son and his beautiful wife.
© I.D. Carswell 2007-01-27