A few old regulars like me
but packed with visitors - day trippers,
foreign tourists, down from Londoners,
mature weekenders, nervous students
paddling in the surging waves
of alcohol and music, posing,
posturing the tuneless rhythm,
attempting tempting, sampling partners,
enjoying flirting through the dancing.
Now some are hugging, lips to lips,
and rubbing bodies chest to breast,
the adventurous crotch to crotch.
At 2 am the music stops,
the lights go up and swipe away
the feverish condensation.
Romance evaporates as faces age
and conversation calms to normal.
Back to the baby sitting husband,
night shift girlfriend, TV watching wife
or empty bed and masturbatory dreams.
A good night.
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