The champagne feels fuzzy in my throat
the men want me, but I want the woman
I dance because the music is good
(and I can almost start to forget
the only one I want (need?))
So I start to talk on the balcony
I refasten my belt as I approach
words are flying all around me
but all I remember are her grey eyes
her friend keeps brushing her breast
annoying. distracting my attention from
those eyes. time passes and I leave
to find what, or who? but it's (they're) not there
so I return and all that is left are the men
and I walk away, alone into the night.