swallowed the last drop as it slid ever so smoothly off the ice
these nights were spent as an apparition hung beneath the clouds of pale blue smoke
and the scent of women's skin
these nights and the bitter sweetness of the drink
cling
to a loosened tongue
as the ring of duplicitious laughter echoes through the emptiness across the crowd of
one lonely shadow as he waits...
Image copyright Sylvia Ji
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