Margin of the night

It´s all about the heat of the night
The hasty avenues
that now form apart of you
In the twilight stew
In the light tones of a dirty dusk red and blue

It´s all about those hot sweet hours
we use them to dream heavy heartily
Sinking further in
crossing the city in our minds
Taking a trip to tomorrow and stepping back
into the wee hours

Geckos launch themselves across the warm brick walls as they do
As we desembark from those hasty avenues
Entering the day empty showers and loos
Wetting and drying ourselves the night still sticks like glue
Up to midnight and down to dawn procuring the truth