She holds the glass steady
wine laps at the edges
just below the lipstick stain
Eyes hammer in flirt
Glass clinks liquid splashes into mouths
giggles and inside jokes
The walls are warmed by the illusion
By the alcoholic glow
The light wobble manifests
first over the brow then swinging legs
Music and tipsy vibe
tell yourself to express
Top of the head comes the prohibitied words
Stored back in the nonsay bank
piling out with all the secret wants
if it were´t for the stutter and the stupor
They might take you half seriously
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