Drunk Eyes Poem by D. M. L. Catseye

There's a boy at this party
I've met just once before
And he won’t stop staring
Don’t understand what for…
There's a boy at this bar whom
I've never met before
His arm brushes me lightly
I don’t know whats in store…
But the drink in his hand
And his sweet, smiling face
Take my thoughts to an
Unsafe place.
You wouldn't like me in the daylight
Just in the warmth of a full cup
Of the rudest smelling liquor
Come now, and drink it up…
If it wasn't for that friendship
I know you wouldn't see me here
Sober eyes, for guys, are blinded
I’m only visible through beer.