The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

Crash and Burn

I took off
while staring
into her eyes
-horizontal
but left
thinking,
Damn, I've
never been this
thankful before
Elevated and appreciative
gently tapping
awaiting heaven's 
answer
seeing if this angel
enjoyed
synchronized kissing
please take me
swimming
falling like I never
fell before.
In the morning
I'll be needing
another sunrise
in those eyes
My religion
 forever altered
as the hands on
my altimeter
began to falter.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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