silent nights

Shuddered lights and shining streets

Paraded by single cars

Their harsh black wheels

Taunting the imperfect soil

Harsh tears pound the roof of

That rickety box.

Although paths are few and rough

Anticipation builds amongst

Smokey eyed socialites

Heels viciously tapping to the

Fleeting beat of the sound.

As they climb the

Steepening driveway

Music thrashed the subdued air

Familiar faces appear

As pronounced introductions are made.

A seductive young blonde seems

Extroadinarily enthused

To see a certain curly haired boy

We laugh the kind of laugh

That lets us know

This silent night will be perfect.

Miniature tennis played amongst

Unaware spectators

All sipping from cold bottles

Editing judgement

But enhancing excitement.

Two clicks of a lock

And two become together

A sly dangerous plan

Cunningly mastered in twilight

Lips meet, proposals drawn.

Another couple disappear into

Threateningly darkened woods

Only to encounter blissful embraces

Secrets shared on rusty old utes

Fingers running through dampened hair.

Sequences of numbers

Leave another two lost

In the same eerie woods

Only to discover the same

Breathtaking fate.

Finally as doors are closed

And bottles emptied and lips are sealed

We stumble from the simple

depths of night

and whisper about perfect silent nights.