Boiling lust affairs
Tread lightly
Through the fog laden dark

At the harsh toll
Of a night’s eerie close
Hastily, they stream away

Through the fingers of the watchful
The vigilant and true
Hobbling home
So depleted and worn

Night after night
Are fogged windowpanes
Swallowed by the mists
Of euphoria and deceit

With elated cries
That spill into the alleys
They are swiftly trailed
By the careful treads of crooks

The ever constant
Foolishly drawn
To the eternal flicker
Of treachery’s plunder