Floating in a co*ktail gla**-
Waves lap softly, thickly
And trickle through my hair
Bronzing its duskiness
I wonder why
I never brush against
The crystal walls
Nor clip off flakes of gla**
To sparkle through the gold
Perhaps now I will drown
It would be nice to die
Sinking lazily deeper down
Into this dreamy sea
Of golden wine