Inebriated by your touch

awaken me

reality is but a test

to all these here.


The table's empty and at last

I'm floating near to

smog that holds only my glass

and your eyelids too.


what's your eyes' color

and shape, remind me

sing it to me, tell me

look at me.


I see you think this is hell

they drank me

there's water in that deep well

don't thank me