When the bar lights blink off and on and last call announced half hour ago we calculate the odds as drunken sailors. The bar is full of sirens calling from shore. These beauties must've appeared recently cause I never saw them earlier. We take their measure and like dancers we choose partners and meet near the door and waltz away together into the night. We find our way to beds holding on to this life raft as desperate lovers often do. We love the best two drunk strangers can do. We wake in morning light blinking. We'll always do this dance again.