Drunk

My heart was drunk on a summer night,

half on the Port wine,

half on the candle light,

that flickers in your eyes and mine. 

My hands were too shaky to pour you another drink.

But my feet strove to wobble towards you. 

Into you my world was to shrink. 

A world held in my arms tight and true. 

My head swirled and sought for a pillow, 

found your laps that were mellow.

Your fingers combed my hair,

mesmerized me like a lullaby.

Your breath tingled my nose and sweetened the air,

immersed me in a cherry burbon pie.