I found redemption in your eyes,
with their dark chagrined scowls
and tired shadow-glazing.
Delved into the depths of disaster,
drowned out by loud music and
the succulent taste of booze oozing
over my ready, waiting tongue.
Pressed up tight against your flesh
as we danced like misplaced lovers,
longing for that heady rush of nothing;
the one to ease misery and cease music.
Because, no one's sure which came first
and maybe ending them both is best.
You coil your arms edgily round me
as we slip into a world of sleazy sex
and heavenly sins. My unholy saviour.