The crimson red lights on the ceiling.
Projected from the little blood colored bulbs.
Scattered around the empty glasses.
And you two …
Parachuting down to Earth from heaven.
Panting. Lost in reminiscence of love making.
Lying still. Naked.
Just like two corpses together.
But Smiling in harmony!
You see her face,
Through the thickness of the smoke turned red.
Her eyelids are shut.
And so remain both of you. Shut.
Inside those four walls.
Fearing to go out, face the world outside.
But still she seems happy now!
Is her life too much easy,
Lying naked in her lover's arms?
And you appear to be happy too!
Oh! what is it that you are high on?
Is it her charms or the smoke in the room?
