Rocks In Whiskey

Stop worrying about saying something.
Silence is not the enemy,
it never was.
Let thought and emotion coalesce
melt into one another.
There is Whiskey in my glass
making love to Ice,
she melts slowly
and he begins to cool.
I drink them both,
feel their love,
their strength
grow within me.
The glass is empty
and that is fine.
I can go to sleep
and dream the dreams
of two lovers
hopelessly intertwined.