By the time we met
The other night,
I'd already seen off a few
Too many.
More than I should have - more than definitely.
I'd come to the stage
Of trivial lies,
After swearing I wouldn't play -
No more Nepentheatrics;
Games - ten minutes before.
I was a state of disrepute -
Insidious. Lascivious.
(I think you might have been too)
As you flitted between the bar
And the chair;
Moonish; lit-up;
Laissez-faire.
Meandering with your hair,
All sweet and vodka pretty.
Another drink too many
Accelerates my memory,
Of the other lies I told.
We shared a kiss:
That had gone amiss
By the walk through the nighttime cold.
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