I put a drop of rose in your ear
A low rumble from your whiskey breath
Come press your stubbly face against my cheek
Let our flaws slowly blend blurry
The cup of my hand on your neck and yours on my hip
Let’s flow as the wheat fields whip and bow
Smooth as though we weren’t fire and storm
As though we both weren’t insane
And let our blues turn to hues unfound
It’s 2:04 and let the moon turn and spy
Our new sway in reverse sweet and soft
And I’ll put honey on your tongue
Just a drop
Oh how I love your sweet nectar on my neck
The Reluctant Poet 