Amplified sounds 
from a short-circuiting buzzer 
echo through a quiet hallway; a salvo 
of bursts ringing out 
into the lonely darkness. 
She’s on time – 
the primal craving of love and want 
racing headlong towards his door. 
Wine and Song – 
And now she speaks of the Freemasons 
as if on the board of directors, 
a silent partner 
to the conspiracy of humanity. 
He pours while she cuts three lines 
on EE Cummings –, 
Poetry weekly; a high gloss finish. 
Laughing, snorting, surging – 
large drunken thighs 
in stripy tights and boots, 
Notes exchanged for an hour of love!