Momentary

Momentary emptiness

Or just sorrow

Lust lost

                                                                                      ( cliché: love lying in waiting )

Standing out there alone

As you all faded into the darkness

Felt like...

Never danced like that...

So close 'n physical for those hot moments until you all disappeared like fleeting desires

Out in the cold

Never too young, too old

We can say

So many things

Then fade away

Beauty hiding in the darkness

Wallflowers might bloom or bomb

Inside this seething night box

Scrawled coloured streaks squirls

Words on the walls

One step into the back end ablution bunker

And the piercing aromas are revealed

Reminding you of where you are and what is going on around you

Pleasure to be drunk

To fall from grace...