7:52 pm disillusion?

as i walk through the lonely streets
i met kirsten.
the night was young as she was
too young too be drunk.

i saw beauty amidst the darkness
of night: her height and figure
i would never forget, her short
yet appealing hair graced me and defined

what appealing was, her eyes had
the talent of smiling eccentricity,
her long fingers held (which i didn't mind)
a bottle of beer on right and cigar on left,

her complexion glowed and enligthened
the night. and surely, something etched
on my mind a smile i would definitely
love when she would be sober.