Wine is numbing my intuition
withholding solid indecision
confusing metaphors at the door
knocking
the crickets incessantly chirping
a confusing cacophony of noise
as a peaceful breeze blows thru
as if leisurely encompassing a dream
sitting here with wine and a grin
the divine whisper in your eyes
reminds me of distant memories
knocking
awakened by your moistened lips
a kiss from the one of my dreams
your beautiful composure enlightens
like a reflecting pool that speaks
inviting you inside to converse
and plan future memories
knocking
I open the door and welcome your desire
