Night at the Castle

Beasts great and small parade by
not even the gender of their clothes
gives way to what or who they are,
sometimes underneath can’t either.

Like boys of summer their only goal
for this evening is to get home
hopefully not alone or be tagged out
sight unseen.

Lights like clouds rain down glitter rays
fashioned to accentuate the positive
and deviant with smeared lipstick
from kisses below the belt.

Crops of younger and younger patrons
fill the dusky den of bitter dreams
standing straight and tall when it
is so hard to bend.

The damaging brew flows down throats
opening passage ways in other areas
kisses, fingers, fucks
all so pleasant until morning.

Then the dangerous side sets in
regrets and dismissals hopes and hearts crushed
no one is the wiser only actors
waiting for another night at the Castle.