retreat

Lost In camouflage of tattooed arms
Bar shines wet with wasted beer
Thick air smells of deep fried tobacco
Dance floor sways to its own beat
Bodies in heat melt the ice in my drink
Bartender watches his gathering rent
Back to the bar Gin warming my ears
Through the flesh forest i caught your eye
We walk to the door
Wet street reflects the life of the city
You take my hand and smile