Drunken Crimson

The glass of your transparent gaze,

has shattered on the spinning floor.

Crimson tears floodgate their invisible boundaries,

staining the ivory carpet,

the

the thin membrane breaks,

tears.

I am wine-drunk

in your heady gaze

your crimson lips

your captivating presence

you have my pulsing heart,

i stagger: drunk, wasted, broken

because as wine wastes the drinker

your nonchalance wastes my soul.

Drunken crimson,

the glass breaks, and all hell breaks loose.