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her eyes were tempting pools of whiskey.
drunken and sour.
she never said a goddamned word,
she just let me drink from her eyes.
here's to her! let's raise our glasses.
she waltzed around on sheets of ice staying up all night.
that girl poured her eyes out, i'm sure she did.
i struck gold when i had found her.
the moon struck an invisible shimmer.
the pale light danced and danced,
her eyes were pools of whiskey.
her eyes rippled like i was skipping stones.
the gown she wore was black as coal.
her skin was an odd blank white.
the whiskey poured right from her eyes,
and i could not keep up.
drunken and sour, i called to her.
she came to me, and we lay there.
on a sheet of ice, under alabaster moon,
the stars flickered and faded into nothing.
i closed my eyes, and took my shot.
my throat burned, my eyes watered.
whiskey eyes, what a suprise!
she talked to me like lovers do.
the ice was cold, but she was warm.
a winter innebriation occured.
the only light left from the moon
simply carried my worries away.
when i awoke, i began to cry.
another shot of whiskey streaked from her eyes.
the last shot before the sun rose.
drunken and sour,
i knew i couldn't call to her.
she was already lighting up the moon.