Plastic Vodka

Plastic Vodka Cheap vodka from a plastic bottle Burns my throat Stops the pounding in my heart beat Slack dream the heady wishings Of a million burning kisses Stammers on a single glass rim Ah… why should we be apart And the air just smells of tinder In the smoke of you and me You lit this kindle fire That flames inside of me And I sit here in the swimming Of the things that should really be Sleeping in the vodka Staring at a blank and empty screen This heady night won’t be over Till I have drown inside your arms This taste of you that lingers Sweet drug upon my tongue The slow breath which just hangs there In a cigarettes spiral stair Slips your body and your beauty Into the seconds of my blood I go tumbling on an ice cube To etch the drawing of your heat I sit here in the daze of vodka But I am kneeling at your feet All the voices in a bar room In stiletto heels you sit And this overcome of passion Has me lost inside of you Why didn’t I count the consequence Was I stupid to the loss Perhaps the pass of fate perchance Made me ignorant of the cost Still I would sell my soul for a lie If it gave me a clue to you Cheap vodka from a plastic bottle Burns my throat Gives a voice to the silent burning Stops the yearning in my heart Emptied to the dregs To stop another sleepless night And I am succoured to the teat Of another vodka night Have I managed to water down The flame inside of me Disguised the white fire In this late nights drunken poetry Or reached the bottom of the bottle Where I drowned my misery I can’t express how much I love you Through my body and my limbs I can’t touch you in the touch Of intertwining skins So I lay here in the fumbling stupor Of the one last man left to drink The bold and cheap replacement And plastic vodka of my drink