Coco

the sleek black doors open
and the entrance is made
a few eyes turn, but lips keep moving
quick glances dart along mirrored lines
where conversations are had
in blinks and shifting shoulders
the white plaster walls
adorned with black mirrors
keep me in step
with thick synthesizers and soft rain drop electronica
the candles, sheathed in red shot glasses
play games with the flames fluttering
this is a industrial find me and fuck me bar
from there I can see
Sunday nights are slideshows
of memories to be made