The Absinthe drinker

   The evening breaks, shards of brittle hopesroom gyrate's, waving bottles, searching hands,drums inscribe a mating ritualeyes glaze in alcoholic haze& I like smoke in smokeless zone ,glide deride and disappear. Glances catch and holdfor see through secondsmouths mime snake-like wordsthat turn upon themselves& desperation stalks the tinsel'd surfaceasking for an owner . Lothario like you weave your webattach me to your crucifixpinion me on black velvetwatch my colours stretch and throb,gambling on an errant hatchingto fleece your open arms . Decency is who you pledge to be,‘’a no agenda, want to guide youworn the tee-shirt know your problemslet me help you friend;’’we spar and jar like clumsy jousteryou say you’re trading words but I know all you want is me . Absinthe spurts hallucinogenic flamethe night girls loll in stockinged legs;wrong  time , wrong place , wrong body,wise wounds tight taped to breathe again& I like smoke in smokeless zoneblow rings to circumvent your pain .