Zero light and tiny sounds,
no smell and little taste.
Nothing but a privation of feeling.
Four thirty and still no buzz.
Fabric and lipstick, you look good.
The trees for the wood.
The floor for the sky.
Music with laughter.
Tears with kisses and words,
that stir. Water cascades and
fireworks. Intoxication.
Eyes across a dance floor.
Drinks and taxies.
Bedsheets and latex.
Headaches and phone numbers.
Talk of books and TV,
who won that thing we both watch?
Mutual friends and schools.
Curtains and smashed dishes.
Awakening, clouds and pillows.
Dogs barking and people yelling.
Regret fear envy lust longing sorrow.
The trudge away, the reality.
It's so bloody damn Good!!:D. The last stanza = my favourite
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