Drunk Dialing
I see you sitting at the bar.
A glass of Puerto Rican rum
warms you up and stares you down.
Between your finger and your thumb,
behind a number and a name,
I see your fingers take a breath.
Just push a button by mistake.
I see you staring through the screen,
Your fingers struggle to restrain.
Another drink to keep it down.
Between the alcohol and brain,
where opportunities begin.
Just push the button by mistake,
and let me in.
The End
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Drunk Dialing, which
was posted on Jan 14, 2011 by
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