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.