Through a pool of brandy
she waves her humorous smile
I sip at my oak aged spirit
and observe her subconscious awhile

The rafters mingle close
as whispers echo near
and I raise a gentlemanly toast
until her intentions are clear

No gentleman needed tonight
Her eyes have wandered far enough
This is close to what feels right
There's no need to question love

The edifice deconstructed now
in a liquid warm and strong
is nothing more than a buzzing bee
waved away by her simple song