Drunk on a summer night

Drunk on a summer night

 

You opened a bottle of tawny port,

when I gazed at the ebbing tides.

Bit by bit night gown covered the forte.

Sip by sip we slipped into moonlight. 

My hands too shaky to pour you a drink.

But my feet still wobbled towards you. 

Into you my world was to shrink. 

A world in my arms tight and true.

 

My head swirled for a pillow, 

found your laps that were mellow.

I felt floating in the sleeping sea,

a sea of candles surrounding me.   

Your fingers combed my hair,

and mesmerized me like a lullaby.

Your breath sweetened the air,

and immersed me in a cherry pie.

 

I was drunk on a summer night,

half on the Port wine,

half on the candle light,

flickering in your eyes and mine.