One Drunk Night

One drunk night, I made a decision on impulse
And it should have been stupid and meaningless
But it was as far from that as could be

It led me to connection of rarity and depth
A sweet shot of special went down
And it was hard yet so easy to take

One drunk night, my defenses went up high
And I was ready to go crazy
Until I realized that crazy had me instead

I didn't want to be evaluated on what someone thought they knew
False words and niceties aren't required to appease me
But I never knew I'd be shown the meaning of all that was expressed

One drunk night, I threw caution to the wind
And strong storms settled in sweeping me to a secure space
Where I left logic at the window and sought no shelter from the rain

A cleanse of pure honesty bathed my raw vulnerable soul
It hurt to feel the fresh air upon my fragile lacerations
The sting of warmth left me wide open reflecting progress I had yet to make

One drunk night, I talked a lot but also listened
Deep conversation captivated and entranced my soul completely
Unfolding many layers often kept from being exposed to the outside world

Maybe it was the easement I found in genuine understanding
Perhaps it was the deep pain that I saw we both did share
Or maybe it was the way nontrusting nature tends to bond damaged paranoid hearts

One drunk night, my heart was struck with feeling
Profound emotion broke through alcoholic liquid barriers
Potency of natural substance deluded that of man-made strength

My brain stripped of specifics yet the feeling still remained
The morning after I was not met with regret nor shame
I welcomed the day with undeniable interest of what was to come

One sober night, I went back to where I'd been
To see if all I'd collected were just remnants of random chance
But I was greeted with mutual desire to continue where we left off

I held the feeling tight with no control of my own
And it was a great thing to know that I indeed was not alone
Comfort the source that quenched our thirst for authenticity infrequently found

One drunk night, I think I came across a piece of delicacy
Hidden beneath the wreckage and lost in the midst of surface smiles
Unaware of the value till I got wrapped up in the gift of its presence

Sometimes I'd reach out and it would be too far to touch
But when it fell into my hands it seemed to fit into them with ease
Warm material upon my fingertips invoked an urge to see what could be constructed

It's fact that some treasures are obtained through building and discovery
Created by connecting each piece imperfectly into perfect place
And I believe treasures are meant to be cherished and kept safe

All because of one drunk night, this connection began to formulate
And I learned how to contribute to the art of treasure making
I could have soberly stayed at a distance if it weren't for intoxication that still persists