The Night Before; the Morning After

Two bodies, lie, naked on the couch, every drop of desire
Spent. They touch, and burn with a momentary flicker
Like the last, longing red of a cigarette butt.


Night, cool and motionless, dictates every inch
Of the curves to stillness. Lips, tremble and flinch
As they touch, hesitant. A deafening silence rings in the room.


Morning comes with a bad hangover and a terrible
Stench. In the market, cats and dogs and men quarrel.
Two mouths munch their thick crass sandwiches.


Cellphones, wallets, cards and scattered empty bottles
Are collected and ordered right away. A car honks and rattles
In the alley. Two bodies fade away in the blinding daylight.