Under the log-bridge.

Nibbling, gnawing at
Craved and starved of
A touch so real, meaningful and
And endearing
An amorous one.
Telling the other
Love, if generous
Would buy them glory
Mansions and big wheels
Bliss and posh
In the city of many lights.

Under the log-bridge
In the moon-lit night
When lips meet lips
And water hissing past rocks
Hands entangled in crazed passion
By the lush-green of the banks.
The warmth of the embrace
So taut
Strangling, suffocating rubber
Kegels, smooches and kegel.
Taking a breath away
Sweeping ones feet in a sway.
Stolen, humbled, weary, dehorned...

Pp-phew! The alluring dream fizzles out
Unexpectedly.

Desole!
The poor sot soul
Wakes to the chilly riverine breeze
Buzzing quitoes, nibbling mice
At the only skin
The liquor couldn't save.
Soggy, soaked in grime
Emptied pockets
Writhing in the sewer.
He calls out to God
That reality just got home.

Passers-by can only look
Across the foot-bridge
Down on the wretch
Clobbered, robbed and ashamed
Of the isht it fell in!
He swears to the sky
To imbibe on less and less
A forlorn gaze, a contrite heart
And tithe the rest
To the last thin
Penny of the porter's wage.

The emasculated ego that
Awoke the neighborhood with cries
So eerie, collapses
"He's seen better days," on the concrete slab
At the sight of his lovely
Wife, cheated on in the binge all night!
"Someone help me save Tom, he's drowning."
The milling crowd
"Ma'am, the ambulance!"
That was Tom and
His bar call-girl
Muffled. Doctor's case.
In the sewer, under the log-bridge.