Top of the World

A crescendo of lights and life

They wander through dim streets

Howling like wolves

Tearing away all the covered secrets

And intimate nooks

Immortal for a moment

As he lifts

And she pulls

A dance of desire

Sweet and sticky

All down from here

Into indistinguishable

What would be

A face in the crowd

A mummer of passing life

Given too soon

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