He’s drunk again

He’s drunk again
Bit wobbly. Eyes not quite focused
On this plane of existence. 
He’s somewhere else
Legs dancing incoherently
Tiny steps – Balance?
Or another rhythm from
That other place?
Warm embrace of alcohol
Sinking
Safe
Delerious delusion.
“I’m a nice guy. I mean no harm.”
Hands fumble
Arms flap trying to rebalance
For a moment – present in the here and now
Then gone again
Staring wide-eyed
like an Innocent
At the young woman.
Bathing in her beauty
With no harmful intentions.
A bit wobbly.
Eyes not quite focused
On this plane of existence.
She shrinks under his stare.
“Fucking Drunk”.
She moves off and leaves him
Betwixt two planes:
Alcoholic bliss
And abject lonelines.