At the bar, watching you work
breaking the waves
going cabin to cabin

An opiate look across your eyes
pushing to feel the rush
surging into the night

There's a high between those thighs
you've been falling
for the feeling of falling
hooked 
on the commodity of love

See them capsize
or to splash inside another's eyes
the static shock of fingertips and kisses
the life eclipse
seeing nothing but the falling in love

Going cabin to cabin
boat rocking this way and that
the feeling fades as you plough on
breaking the waves

It's the modern, western way
the start of love is a drug alright
but love isn't just the falling
or a solution to all ills

If you want to fall
then here I am
a hole in front of you
let's share this fickle fizz
then helplessly watch it ebb

Going cabin to cabin
through our incessant lives...

(March 2018)