As the Smoke Churns Through Frivolity
Punctuality perishes at the portal
to a lavish lounging room,
on the air smoke clings like gauze.
You sit surveying the situational stage
there isn't much to your eye, a glimmer
a gleam, a radiate of something more- but it disappears
amongst the purple blindness and glowing gambol.
I move, languid in lumination, towards
you who is standing, searching, seeing me the
entirety of time. You have redesigned yourself from savvy
as you had just been,
to the one I relished in relentlessly in youth.
Outwards you have strayed -but stalwart
is the same old so and so surging through my mind
as I leap,
downwards, upwards, pillar to post-
a quandary your arms are.
Apprations become that
of those who once occupied the occasion.
Our chatter dances with that of the others in the distance,
weaving, turning frivolities, playing, as
one anothers breath braids with our own.
We dance as they do daring and dashing
and new. It never stops.
The amatory fog surrounds our he