Two passing ships that meet at night, young lovers entangled in candlelight, a fuzzy memory of a room red with intoxication, pillows, and blankets followed with residential changes, lie separately, dreams of different versions, scratching noise of a 70’s album, faint lull to accompany our nakedness, the afterglow only lasts so long, docked my ship at the dry cleaners, paid my ticket and left the slip
