In the dusk
a sea of flesh seethes
the streets, pavements
of Northbridge night-life,
seeking diversion
her masque and delights.
A young woman chats
a young man
fervent for a price;
tortuous spaghetti
Italian slithers
on an endless queue
of forks,
chilli mussel
taste of heaven, open mouths.
A lad strolls alone,
lovers kiss
side walk tables, chairs
weighted gasp,
the aroma of cappuccinos
permeates nostrils,
restaurants talk on, on
about their lives:
transient revellers hold hands
throbs abate,
nightclubs roar on
until dawn
down main Street.