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