Drunk

Deep kohled eyes, cherry red lips,
her heavy head crowned by a feather light satin hat,
She graced her way through a gazing crowd.
Tinkling of tiny wine goblets and the pour of golden whisky into glasses svelte,
unswerved she seemed by the alluring glaze of sinking intoxication.
Rythms of her stilletos patterned the floor
As the guitar wooed her with its glory.
Drunk was she in her own ecstasy
Of a love unknown,
Like a mystery uncared about being unravelled.
The winding ways of fake warmth that burnt many hearts
Seemed shining bright peering at handsome faces
Laughed she like a roar from heaven
Her intoxication that spread like Aladdin's magic carpet
Only fools could see the fun to hop on
And they did so and flew away.
Soon drunk were they too, not of wine,
But of magic..
that is just one of her kind.