Flicking lights winked from miles away
Loud Music murmured all around us
Gross silhouettes moved in and out of the lights
But, We only heard whispers from the loud voices
Drunk in our large world of little space
His hands slipped in and out through the bulky parts
Through my veins ran shuddering spasms of pleasure
As my feet dug deeper beneath the withering weeds
Suspicion of a third party heaved me
My partner was clouded with anticipating excitement
I saw its eyes glowing as it beaked the grasses around us
"A Robin" he whispered.
"What have you seen, Robin?"
Though a cinema but not our movie
This place has long gone past its vaunted glory
The edifice is nothing now but a murk and shadow of its golden history
I remembered the bird's proverb - it listens
If I had my way and one wish from the little invasive Robin
I would whisper in its ear
"Please, tell no one."
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