Happy Hours

The sun goes down
Eyelids and smiles
Buried into night
Lies and cries
Of laughter arise
In neon pink and smoky
Rooms, cocktails and
Conversations of
Everlasting love
Bemuse... gin-soaked
Aftershave intoxicating
Moments weighing
The soul, diluting time
Into memories of old
Clear as starlight,
Rhythmic as studded aves,
A feast on the lips of desperation
As boys and girls bind halves