our nights are sprang sharing cigarettes
and drinking cheap, neat *****,
straight out the bottle
until the stars start to swirl
in mesmerising patterns
that keep us transfixed till the sun rises
and the new day beckons with endless possibilities
for lovers who have lost their footing
in this world
sea sick from its spin
desperate to belong to more than
each other
desperate to be part of something
bigger
than our swelled hearts, bursting with promises
of forever, and ever, and ever