Sweet songs after dinner
linger in my ear,
invite me to dance,
take me down the spiral stairs,
into the busy street.
From the apartment door
onto the cobblestone road
we walk, drunkenly to
silent music into the liquor store where
my friend buys us chocolate.
One after the other we
hobble back onto the cobblestone road,
the very busy street
led by beautiful moonlit canals,
I later discover came from street lamps,
to dance back home with my friends.
Up windy stairs inside,
we resume the night.
Open the chocolate,
serve the wine.
I swing so blissfully to my chair
where I slumber
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