“We Are The Ones Who Bring The Night Down”

on the dirty kitchen floor stained with wine and tracked in pollen
below the sink and windowsill we sat with champagne and blood oranges
and clothed but feeling naked with the bamboo wind chime clocking
there was nothing left but turn into the ones who bring the night down
                    We are the ones who bring the night down
                   

the ones who bring the night down do it softly without speaking
their hands smouldering the blazes with a murmur not a whisper
as the cats out in the alley all start prowling for their supper in
the shadows of the houses that they stalk crouching from daylight
                   We are the ones who bring the night down
                                                        

Then our lust became so thirsty and we dined with moans and laughter
and our bodies were cathedrals salivating for disaster
and our homes were all destroyed and our families turned to rubble
we were left with golden voices that we  must never use for speaking
and so silent in the kitchen with our champagne and blood oranges
we toast our new departure as we slowly bring the night down