Other Things

 

And so we partied

Into the wee hours

Among the flowers

And the flowing wine,

Fabulous food and music

Made for dancing, romancing

And other things.

Some slipped the shadows

Into adjacent rooms

Where horizontal dance floors

Caressed their body steps,

Some stayed on the soft

Leather couches

Flirting with anyone

Carelessly coming too close,

Some stood in corners

Shoulders touching,

Waving and whispering

News, sports, politics and stuff

They had no part in.

And there was you,

A stranger then,

Alone, sipping soda,

Eyes motioning to

The door, to escape,

To other things.

 

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

 

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