Night-Time Colours (Poem)

Release Version can be found here: Night-Time Colours

By Christos Floratos

These lights, they blossom as

Benches are left dormant like Antarctic ice,

And bodies undulate to the envy of mountains.

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But why are these colours craved?

For a time of life. A sharing – of some sort.

Summer’s egress has fallen short of it’s glow.

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A silent-loud decree is shared,

Of buttoned shirt and short-dresses,

A concubine of rats and men’s immortality this night.

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Cruel bouncer. You block them from this night.

Cast dissonance upon their movements,

Let their legs stale like deviant cogs.

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For intimacy has no atrium.

An open colonnade for expressions.

Love, like air, fills us up temporarily, forever.

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Drinks are not to quench,

But to enforce this thirst

A longing of something far off, off, off.

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Vague, like their purpose.

No white doves to be consummated here.

Constituents? No. And men? They go

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To the night after,

To remember vivid lights and rhapsody’s,

To make friends and whatever tomorrow denies.

© Christos Floratos 2019