You know its good when you remember his face as you leave
From the alcove
Breath
Punters line the street
Released out into the smokey lane
After a night of rock
Hard rock
Smashed guitars
Sweaty dancing
Loud
His dark brown shoes
Legs smoothly crossed
My hair catching on his stubble
As we kiss
Laughing
What's your name
What isn't my name
I live between hemispheres
Now and
Next
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