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. |