AFTER PARTY

Whose lip is this? surely not mine

Whispering passion over a giggle and grin

eyes unfocused , locked in silly stare

A film of orange hanging like a curtain thin

As the mind surfs over a surging tide within

Sweet nothings are blabbered jabbering at the moon

While the unsteady body sways in half swoon

Whose face is that appearing hazy yet familiar

While mine is trapped in a plastered smile

Is the diminishing inhibition brought on by imbibition

Of a forgotten calculation in glasses of wine

That interferes with coordination and recognition

Surely that must be the reason behind the playful mood

The sway in gait and The Bad that is Good

Whose tongue slobbers in strange foreign manner

Thick with emotion, loose with its words

My ear does not recognise the sudden drawl

The need to pause and repeat until heard

Repeat until heard, repeat until heard

Driving the listeners to give the rolling eye

Unmindful am I , with Bacchus on high

And the eyes go misty in the alcoholic haze

Unfocused yet mindful of pleasant shapes around

Tactile sensation dulled beyond recollection

Silly smiles and wordless stares abound

Courage surges within stolen moments

Capturing Escaping energy through steamy vents

Whose feet are these whose toes have no feeling

Lying attached to a body that is prone

While a scare gathers slowly in hunched shoulders

Based on the premise that you are not alone

Shadows coming alive with fantasies sewn

Into the fabric of inebriated imagination

As you slip into the realm of phantom creation

Who is that drumming the tom tom within

The close confines of my aching head

Dawns bird call amplified tenfold

As I toss on a foreign bed

Wishing I was dreaming instead

Ah the woes of fruit of fermented labor

Sipped and slurped many times over

And the only prayer that is now worth praying

Is the disfigured translation of an ancient saying

That body and mind become hale and hearty

Before announcement of the next party