Vocal holidays gives breath anew to vices
Inner circles long swayed our comfort
No calendar fixtures were penned, no calls
We left behind the contemporary weights.
We met, us, audacious nobles of gatherings
Inhaled quadrants of talkative billow smoke
And exhaled cocktails of tobacco, eased sighs
Alcohol exhumes its clear disarming fragrance.
Dinner hailed ripe opportune night vacancies
Musical selections of nostalgia allotted
Life’s coy were all lyricized and composed
Laughing with us, passion’s fool the glory.
God’s night ended as it began, with ourselves
Unspoked adulations held silk exotic curves
Sensuous fine viscosity thrusted, appreciated
Neither currency nor time was felt to be paid.