Derville Quigley

That night

Into the night with child I roam

The warmth of wine, the dimming light

I call an early taxi home

Not another round I moan

Kiss Judas’ cheek in dark hindsight

Into the night with child I roam

Are you okay on your own?

I’m fine I say, lost in the night

I call an early taxi home

You stagger back but not alone

Her laughter blurs your wrong from right

Into the night with child I roam

Corkscrews deepen tight then foam

You let her fire put out the wife

I call an early taxi home

As fingers dip in honeycomb

Dread fills a hole in chest with spite

Into the night with child I roam

I call an early taxi home