* Maestro...Aged And Brewed... Poem by Inner Whispers

Early this morning, he sits hot front of my desk
Stared on him and questions accumulated,
Why this, why that, why you attract my eyes
With your tasty-brewed-hot aroma which makes me uptight!

Aged like the finest wine ever stacked
Distilled and refined from raw extracts,
Extract which waited days or years to pass
From the processing standard of a Master's touch!

Brewed and grinned in circles and continued pounds
After surviving the raging heat of consuming fire,
Fire that brings chemical reaction and releases heat and light
Which you consumed and made you master life.

Maestro...why I like you?
With my age, I am not supposed to be with you...
Yet you tasted good, you fill my cup
You excite me with what and how you being packed!

* dedicated to aged men I admire best.