swimming through a sea
of strange faces
you come at me
like a bomb.
Nighttime Living By The Sea
A sea of darkness surrounds us,
as the music comes on.
The slightly sweet smell
of that heightening smoke
infects our ears,
skin.
Faces gain
in proximity to one another.
Lips waiting
for contact.
Contact.
It overwhelms,
reality has become
a living dream.
The clock loses time,
the music plays on.
The Face
Your face haunts me
as your hands move
around and
around.
Keeping track of
the commodity we wish
we always had more of.
Your lonely face
looks into countless eyes
in different guises.
It is slipping,
it is always slipping
away.
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