Implicit Fantasy

she fell in and out of streetlights

in a drunken haze

of her own making,

a wildflower cocktail poured between her lips

made of moonlight and air,

a kiss from the night

who held her in unfeeling arms,

allowing her to love the way she wanted to

taking everything

swirling every intangible sip

sweet on her tongue, liquid night

falling in and out of streetlights

in a drunken haze,

wandering the silken folds of her own caress and forgetting her longing,

flinging herself into her desire

and drifting

fizzing with the bubbles of her own

mind-made

champagne