Shhhhhh

I was consumed.
A pack of cigarettes
And a bottle of Vodka.
She liked it with cranberry juice.
Her lips were soft
Softer than the clouds
Her skin felt like velvet
It was magic.
I was the same.
With a hazy mind
A hazy heart
I wanted to be her.
That night
Under the spell of intoxication
I touched her
It was comfortable and warm
Under the white sheets
And then I slept.
I slept to wake up the next morning
Wondering
Wondering if it was all an illusion
Confused about my own likes
I woke up to ambiguity and then
I decided to forget it.
And I did except
Every time I find myself
In a similar state of drunkenness
I think of her and laugh
And then sigh
Wondering if she thinks of the same.