We glide and turn down dim lit dance ways as light reflects off her beaming face,
I am home tonight in this still warm air of tobacco essence and wine illumination,
do you believe in happiness?
Do you believe in joy?
In red soft glows of silent rejoicing and the triumph of moments too loud to ignore?
Do you believe in haunting devils and mirrors of silver liquor and powders that bring freedom with shackles in tow?
How about friends with daggers with sharpened tips and a place between your ribs to go?
About it all, its true,
rest assured, I could give it all to you down a broad and easy road,
just one, two, three as you step down with me through this graveyard of still images and the not so happy laughter I’ve come to know.