CoffeeNoBody

indulge drink dance smoke and cafe walk afterwards among these smells, where dances are but shadows of emotions where every beat and bent is a hidden lustful gaze nothing godly and moral remains: everyone is on the lookout i forget that you are you, and that everyone else around has a name they are all but skin under the wave cover of the pulsating lights and rippling throbs of addictive booms, screams and steps --- its all drowning, this friday night ritual that is us but we carry them through knowing how artificial smiles they are, how very practical names and lifestories have we become how disposable partners we have all been how is it that our coffee is never the same? never the kick that was after the blast no body passionate enough to hug the toungue or any aroma to touch the palate