Lights Off Poem by John Sensele

Without warning, lights that for twenty three years had scintillated and twinkled like stars
In the cosy cubicle that smelled of lavender in which soft nothings flew from longing lips
To ears primed to suck, swallow and synthesise ecstasies of angelic proportions
Between panting hearts beating in synchronised rhythms to a tee
Swayed between cloud nine and heaven where sentiments
Bathed in swathes of hedonic delights
Went off and her neckline scooped his powers of thought.