3. Ambience

Foot to street in the swirling heat,
courted by a hope's muted schemes.

Our thoughts are drawn into streetlights,
snakes congregate in storm drains.
Light on our feet until we can't feel a thing
beneath us.
We float into the night feeling.

Foot to street as the paths recede.
Harboring hope and conscious streams.

Our thoughts are drawn into streetlights,
snakes converse hate in storm drains.

Strident hiss.
A stride imprints
a smiling kiss
in cement.

The light lifts
and we drift
off in watch,
shadows shift

beneath us.
We float into the night feeling.

And out back the ambulance.
Everyone scraping for their penance.
Witness on the walls,
taken in to line these halls,
and we fall.

Face down, downtown.
When the lights are up,
we're downright alright
with a kiss me back nightlife.

Take me back
and I'll have yours. "I adore,"
whispered over a mirror.
I'm fine on the floor.

Face down, your town
when the lights are up,
we're alright. Damn right!
Faces on to the night.
We float into the night feeling.