The Fire

Silhouettes against a kaleidoscope

fast-motion dancers on the stage         floor

the DJ spins another web of indecipherable drivel

and the hunt begins again

another great exhibition of sexual instincts

animalistic – boys and girls

all hues – peacocks in Ben Sherman shirts

all persuasions – no barriers

playing ‘catch me’ the game of youth

and in the corners

dark shadowed asides

lovers and loners and

regretters sipping vodka and wondering       where the

time went

I sip my vodka

and eye the exit measuring my time to leave           by the

level of my glass

unexpectedly a spark

a flame that has not glowed for decade

almost forgotten – turned to ash

her eyes are fixed on me

how long without approaching

we stare across the madness – hearts   thumping with

old excitements

teenage kicks and kisses remembered

tasted

enacted in the fire

her head turns

of course there would be another

how many did it take to forget me?

after all

a dozen lovers I mistreated to bury her

she smiles

I reciprocate and understand

you can’t burn the same fuel twice

not even if we wanted to

she falls away from view

into the silhouettes

I think I’ll order another vodka

and dance

____________________

from ….

DAWN AT MIDNIGHT

http://www.amazon.com/Dawn-Midnight-Selected-Published-Poems/dp/1514391058

Selected Published poems in print and e-Book format

Available on all Amazon Book Stores

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