(2018)
Baijiu at midnight in the company of beautiful melancholy
Drunk on wine questioning the definition of happiness
An honest reply, laughing and loving
The unexpected adventures much like ours on this Friday in September
I cannot recall when the dancing started under the basement bricks
Warm laughter and blurry smiles under dimmed lights that flick
I pull you close by a poet’s blue cord
Do not stop dancing with me or I may collapse on the floor
Smart and endearing
Raw and charming
No one else exists in this hall, only us all night
Put your hand on my face again and make me laugh twice
Stop, 3am, work in 5 hours, £7 left in my pocket
I need to get home, but these are only numbers
Pulled asunder I march home, remember don’t look scared
Time to sober up as I fall upstairs
Face the darkness of this yet to be morning sun
Let us repeat the nights of laughing and fun