The night helped cover the mindless act
the alcohol helped with the nerves
the embrace helped with the first touch
the jokes helped to ease the stupidity of the request
then they faced each other, they knew it was wrong
but the fog of the night and the alcohol just made it happen
in the middle of the act someone said
“what are we doing”
“I don’t know”
and they kept getting drunk on the promise of the night and the always helpful alcohol.
It was not long, it was not the best, but memorable enough because of the each others history
Then they are done, ashamed?, embarrassed?, still drunk?
they don’t know
they don’t think
they just followed the night and the alcohol to its fog.
Now, post-act, post-blurry night, post-everything
in the midst of daylight,
none of them talk.
One make the first move,
hoping everything is the same
is it? fuck no.
is it embarrassment?
is it shame?
or just plain stupidity?
no one knows,
no one cares.
Now back to the foggy night,
one of them thinks,
one of them feels all the feelings someone can feel
and then numbness.
Post everything, all seems numb
blurry, idiotic, dumb.
And it will keep being the same
until one of them stops, watch, remember and speaks.