As the Lights Dim
AS THE LIGHT DIMS
Mingle with those who convene
to dazzle and delight.
Yes, go to them. Intrude, exude
the French scent of sly seduction.
Parrot gibberish overheard
during too many happy hours.
Emerge from your pre-drink vault
airless with rumination, heavy
with the shame of a day
replete with perceived failure.
Trust the iced amber scotch
that coats your throat,
relieves you of damning
thought as it speeds you
to a night-time country.
Believe your lubricious image
of a savvy, successful, self.
Drink until the restraining judges
are silenced with sodden kisses.
Avoid your empty rooms
until darkness betrays
you all to offending dawn.
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"Yes, go to them. Intrude, exude
the French scent of sly seduction." Wow, this is so poignant. :Loved it.*
Absolutely.
Lxx
"Avoid your empty rooms
until darkness betrays
you all to offending dawn."
Good piece, Nonnie. The imagery is compelling. I like it.
Love this. Sensual and true.
iced amber scotch for everyone...
Cheers! *
Great last two lines. *
Nice, apt. Guilt is the opium of the masses. 'Offending dawns' is a great phrase... like, going to bed with the Good Witch of the West and waking up with Abigail Williams of Salem fame.
"Drink until the restraining judges / are silenced with sodden kisses."
Hear! Hear!
"Believe your lubricious image / of a savvy, successful, self."
I do!
Sensual. *