Drunk

How can something quite so wrong feel so fucking right?
Accidental love affair, brushed on flesh in electric night.
How can something so destructive feel like the only way?
A tiny sparkle casts a light that overwhelms the day.

Drunken staggering is released,
A break from shy sobriety,
Every second etched so deep that we can take it lightly.
Indiscretions curled in intoxication’s rug,
Of course it all means nothing, aren’t mates allowed to hug?
To touch requires any lame excuse that we can use;
We hide within the playground and another cherished bruise.

Space becomes solid,
A conduit between us,
As I catch you looking but you quickly look away.

I live an eternity in an evening,
Saved from souring by an old commitment.
We share our feelings
Veiling affection in insults.
A lifetime of potential
Sits inside one night
Until the last train has left and beyond.
And then separated again until the next excuse for a hangover.

It couldn’t really do anything other than rain today.
A declaration of undying love can never be retracted if it didn’t exist.