liquid quakes hits our crystal glasses
my smile has gone too transparent to hide it
wasted attempts with cashmere and merlot
it’s made my skin flushed and eyes gloss over
even dinner feels like gravel past my canines
spitting a few half chewed bites into napkins
feeling the spins..
manners, mania, morals and mindfucks  
misled while magnificently accoutred
you wouldn’t really bring me here to do this, would you?