Two bodies entwined as one Satin sheets on a warm bed Prolonged couplings later, they lie exhausted Following a night of passion to be remembered Perfectly in unison, two souls in harmony Attuned to the pleasure of nocturnal delight Throbbing to the rhythmic beat of the night.
Come morning they are away Separate lives in different parts of the city Their thoughts are on other matters On finding a niche on a corporate ladder. There is barely time to think of each other Or savor the memory of last night With the promise of today and tomorrow That they hold so dear.
As dusk falls they soon unwind Ready for a union of two minds Meanwhile in city centre, lonely hearts Misfits and outcasts gather round a fire Huddled together for warmth and comfort Their dreams have faded, their aspirations eroded They are victims of fate's cruel hand They are the pulse of the city, its cut and thrust Fractured lives clinging to false hopes in gloomy light Shivering in desperation to the rhythm of the night.
Far away, sirens wail in the background Ferrying the injured to a hospital bed Seeking out the pushers and the distressed The unstable and the disturbed. A police helicopter hovers overhead Circling above a park, searching for a missing child Wrapped in a blanket, a tiny figure drenched In the incessant rain, it lies quiet and still The silence disturbed by the sound Of the descending plane and the rainfall In the eerie chill of the night and its cold feel.
At midnight, they are out in droves The hedonists in search of pleasures Self-indulgence and gratification is their aim They live only for tonight Tomorrow hardly exists in their peripheral momentary world. Disgorged onto the streets, they assemble Unsteady and inebriated, searching for more joy while they stumble. This is their opium, the obsession With stretching the temporal thrill to its limit Barely able to recall the following morning How they swayed to the rhythm of the night.
The city is alive, even at night Bursting with life, teeming with people It pulsates with mood, resonates with beat Gyrating to the excitement and danger Of the pervasive warmth of its urban sprawl And the coldness of its anonymity. Weaving a mesmerizing spell that teases. The city, now somnolent, soon closes its eyes.
