It Never Happened

There was magic between us on that drunken night,

when the wind made our skin pale. 

It made our sanity lost

yet carelessness prevailed 

There was magic between us on that drunken night,

Our lips nibbled 

like how the storm kissed the dune.

Hands and stares can't be untangled,

creating an orchestral tune.

The magic happened between us on a drunken night,

when our souls clawed 

everytime our breaths were fright.

You saw my complexity

and my naked, scarred flaws. 

I thought there was magic between us on that drunken night

because i noticed the absence of 

your warmth,

moans were rather raspy,

and movements were passionless. 

I really thought there was magic between us

but it was a

drunken night. 

Poetry submission by Vieme Shanetana Nengasca