Table top entrophy

sit close by the table lamp
we drink and carelessly
gaze about the weekend
dancers

grab a waitress on the
way pastOrder another tray of
drinks

slip yet another twenty
away
fall further into mystic
deep transfixed by alcohol

your eyes aglow are
magnificently shattering
not a blue not a green
encompassed by the
path of rich dark orbits
and grand lashs

and the sadness
that holds my gravity
draws me down
like a tide

I sit wandering my heart
already wounded
round perceptions
there is no pinpoint
no place to call a pivot

so close we lean to talk
lean back to laugh

your souls anguish
written in pallid hues
is drowning all my
reasoning

I am falling
like a hundred
losses

just one look
tears apart
my barren
defences

I have
never
been
the
same

since