three dinks

without a glass
of wine
in her hand she was
helpless,
quiet, almost sad.
it was hard to move
about the room
until
the light went
on, the drink
went down and absorbed
some of the darkness
that she
stumbled through.
by drink three
a smile
broke out,
the charm and wit
rose like thin pink
balloons,
the eyes even sparkled
when she winked
and took your
hand, suddenly
realizing
that you were even
there beside her.