Winenight

You're just here on this friday night
not knowing who you are
who i refer to
when i talk about the stars reflecting on my wine cup

Sideways to my location
into the imperfect circumference of the unexpected destinies
where i fly my hopes and my hands
i watch you all dancing the other portion of me
on the dancefloors
that i avoid with an inexplicable sense of fear
to the common nature that unhurts us

It's the ocean on your face
rearing the present to this upper storey
on which i try to step on
with unfortunate feelings
lying deep along my spine
through the waters
on this keyboard