I entered. The night finally began.
The sounds of lust and jewels
banged against my eardrums.
Fancy light shows made the dark
seem fun and the array of sexual
scents only aroused.
Along with my cigarettes,
I was inhaled into the night.
My eyes finished adjusting.
I prowled.
Her sensual presence robed
them. She wrapped herself
in shameless silks.
Her impious body appealed
more than the usual glance we shared,
in early morning art class.
No more Picasso or
Mona Lisa. All I pictured now
was Lisa moaning.
I saw her friend. I looked
around, they where everywhere.
I was one of them. A late-night organ donor.
On the night we played
with spirits in hands, to our anthems
sinfully.
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