scribble scrabble

how much truth is there in an alcohol-infused message?

vague glances from across the glass that do not
linger in fear of exposing a primal desire, timely
in tune yet random enough to ignore till next
mute worthing of meaningless sentences, encapsulating
drunken ideas worthy of intervention and a slap of a
thousand sand grains, sipping as gently as your blonde
hair in summer storm.
come back with me, my desire lost.