Thud

Between glassess I can see
The sparkles of your eyes
They are as elusive as the foams
Brimming at the sharp edge
Your lips bear the colour
Of liquid in the can when
They approach mine to kiss
Am I too ebrieted when
I listen sweet tinkling
At the corner of the table
When ice beat the cutlery
And you take the floor
Like a drunk enchantress

@Tiku 03/06/2015

by Tiku akp

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