Leaden weight of the week gone
Par-tay-ing against my will
Contrived frivolity over melancholy prospects
Tinny sound of bar music blurred by booze
Making inane chit-chat
Dressed too hot striving to be too cool
Silvery glint of interest in smoky eyes
Scenting pheromone laced perfume
Dancing erect with the desire to be prone
Golden sunlight across an unknown carpet
Cuddling in a new lover’s arms
Hoping to find the panacea for loneliness
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