Unknown

You are noticed,

with

bitten

fingernails,

your clothes,

yes

you are noticed.

Every old head turns.

As you float.

your 

hair,

hips

tattoo.

I see you,

I see your

bitten

fingernails.

And your lips caress your glass,

for a one and a half hour,

with style.

It is your glass, with a confidence from a film.

And you sip

and one hundred want you,

undress you,

down to quick, nervouse bitten fingernails,

and I?

I,

Just want to know your name.