This is the moment when the clouds that had glowed so fantastically tangerine
Have faded to lead, pinning the once brilliant sky into dread certainty
The moment when the chips that had been so fine and smoothly hot
Are soggy cold and taste of stale fat
We look at each other pondering a kiss to reawaken the splendour of the night
But the fizzy beverages consumed with taste bud exploding goodness
Repeat themselves, and one of us emits an unattractive belch
Sensation is muted and any sex had would be flat or painful
And yet within these moments the remembrance of glory is enough
Moments shift and move
And now the leaden dead sky gives birth to a florid blue studded with ice gems
Tangled grey ribbons fluoresce
Moonbows show delicate colours at their rims
