to retire to the scene
of a many people bundled up
and in a place to make way
far to escape the daily hurry
and then drowning the pain
after I enter and make a path
through the same circles and squares
between chairs and loud talks
of turbulence anchored in arched
doorways and brick walls with
drinks all tying them together
but as I see you and ease my way through
I can set that smile on your face
shine across the table
as I slide up and saddle a seat
we are snickering and laughing with talk
all through the night
across an airy autumns end
and make it back to
the car on our way
to a sleepy movie-dark
living room to
find a flat-out pass-out session
under shining candlelight …