Cranberry Vodka

I don't know who you are
But something wills me to stay
Maybe it's the alcohol
Maybe it's the pills I took today
Maybe I'm just attracted...
Your nicotine leads to thoughts of sex
As I press my lips to your soft eyelids.
I'm still here and I don't know
Who you are.
Order another cranberry vodka
Another bead across the abacus
Another BAL rise
Your hands are against my thighs
Such a pretty surprise...
I wake as my body rides the motion
Like the car of an old subway train--
The Metro still loud as the last act ends
I can't hear it--
I'm far too intoxicated to realize
My surroundings...
You're inside of me, wishing to
break free, grab another ciagarette--
Leave for another city,
Another night of loud trains and
Sex at the after hours,
Sipping your cranberry vodka
hands against my thighs--
Ah, such a pretty surprise...