This is all just a blur,
of bodies pulsating, music
breathing through the walls -
a normal drunken haze.

I'm afraid to break my gaze,
because she's slowly drinking it in.
She is champagne clear, and
the only thing that makes sense.

So I'll hide among the sidelines,
wallflower, watching her smiling
and getting high on music.

I think,
for her,
I'll have another drink.
Or maybe just stay.