Monday, July 18, 2011

The Truth about Neon Lights

Spare me the details –
As I chugged down, bottom’ up, and all
The bitter/alcoholic(?) tasting gin
The dizzying stray of laser lights dancing
Tirelessly between corners, from corner to corner
No spaces spared

“Careless Whispers”
Blended, remixed,
And a lap dance two seats away

So this is the place?
Yup –
You could not stop staring
Where the spot light rests
The naked, bath in artificial ray
Her smiles empty, her dance fuming

She might not love me anymore –
You ducked, pouring on another glass
There’s no profanity in this make believe
Reality, does it?
My silence deafening the sounds of this
Dim lit room of hidden motives
Your agreement, knife to your wailing

People change – I poured one too.
Funny, how moderate our voices against
The angst of spurting speakers
Barely making a word of what I said
You nod
The scars are only visible to the heart
You have a wry grin that betrays
The weeping beneath

Ah here comes my/your lady

Cloaked in smooth glowing skin, colors bounce as she
Positions in front, her dexterity mind-boggling
In perfect timing, like symmetry between triangles
She moves, her hips tell a million emotions
But her eyes only of one: LOSS.

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