Whisper of Bliss

or Whiskey’s Kiss

Sink into my arms
and maybe we’ll find
the way to a place
where sleepy stars
twinkle, laugh and shine
in amusement and grace.

We ought to gather
our heads tonight
and go together
into day’s delight.

Rest over my chest,
oh, sad sweet angel,
‘cause resting we’ll fly
over the cypress,
towards the rainbow
that lies in the sky.

In sunset, again,
when light leaves the coast,
put your head against
my chest and sink the most.
.
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