She.
an ominous haze
muted music, the thumping of the beat
in rhythm with my
racing heart
and ribbons of red and black dresses swim
in my vision
but somehow through the fog of alcoholic mistakes,
She stands out.
a fire of confidence and beauty, I stumble over
and touch without thinking
and to my surprise
a gentle hand grasps mine
pulls me further away
but I know I am somehow getting closer to-
to what? I don't know, can't tell, my head-
I decide to stop thinking.
and her hand is still with mine
and I can barely tell that that hand is my own.
but She is all that I want, all that I need, so I
proceed.
to take off my clothes, to take off my mask
to give away what I've already lost
and I'm lost
in her eyes
in her thighs
in her
sweet smell of beauty and passion and
it's the morning
and
I'm alone.