NOCTURNAL BEAST

In the night
thick with fermented voices,
grave tobacco throats,
meltdown eyes,
and slow jukebox melodies.

The nocturnal beasts,
prowlers of pleasure,
roam in sexual circle,
coming together
like delinquents of love,
on corners,
or in rented rooms.

Passionately risking all,
for the sake of lust
until the break of dawn.

Then they awake,
as strangers
with sour tongues,
ready to forget,
in morning cabs
and tragic buses,
dispersing
to await
darkness.