Nights as bright as day.
Flashed flashed, your petrodollars about in the casino, overtipped the stiff-shirted waiters and draped my neck in Ural gold.
Tongued tongued, caviar off the backs of our hands, and downed vodka shots galore.
Shimmied shimmied, beside canals, with a floating orchestra and a draw-bridge that rose up like a see-saw to accommodate the gravid gondolas underneath.
Kissed Kissed, to feather the pain of my empty nest within, our fingers intertwined liked twigs.
Danced danced, in La La Land, frantic to forget the arctic winter that loomed ahead.