Nebulous eyes, listless
Stare through me
The exact opposite of eyes on fire
That swept over my exposed skin
When we were filled with liquid current

Cold, expressionless voice on cold, shaved ice
Stumbling over uninspiring words
In stark contrast to the sultry, seductive song
Whispered in my ears through wet lips

I blame it on alcohol and my nonsensical brain

04/14/2003

Posted on 04/14/2003
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