Before tonight,
It was a wink and a nod,
Then a bar stool scrapped the floor,
And in 4 seconds we spoke the languages,
Confidence, Affection, Lust, Anticipation
Yet not one word escaped our lips
The glowing warmth of reality.
I still speak those languages, better than I ever have,
But my fingers do not
Nor do these plastic keys
And I wink at this flat glass box
And it showers me in pale light
I reach out to caress its shoulder
And it bathes me in pale light
I spent all night in The Electricity Pub
And I saw hundreds of faces, perfectly still,
My fingers tried to reach out,
They nailed the keys without apprehension,
And all the blank faces stared back in silence
Except yours.
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 10:22 PM UTC
Before tonight,
It was a wink and a nod,
Then a bar stool scrapped the floor,
And in 4 seconds we spoke the languages,
Confidence, Affection, Lust, Anticipation
Yet not one word escaped our lips
The glowing warmth of reality.
I still speak those languages, better than I ever have,
But my fingers do not
Nor do these plastic keys
And I wink at this flat glass box
And it showers me in pale light
I reach out to caress its shoulder
And it bathes me in pale light
I spent all night in The Electricity Pub
And I saw hundreds of faces, perfectly still,
My fingers tried to reach out,
They nailed the keys without apprehension,
And all the blank faces stared back in silence
Except yours.
