just a little alcohol
a little little.
just a bit.
drunk enough to feel no shame
just enough
enough enough
to watch
as my hand reaches you
to watch detached.
you know I would
you know and you avoid the answers
that would give you away.
you know and you watch my hand.
we raise our eyes at the same time.
we watch our hands
watch.
but tomorrow we are sober.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem