Remembering a moment from an orgy where the guests decided to illuminate the sky. 

"Lighthouse" 

Fatigued, we all luxuriated 

Backlit against plate glass 

Wearing nothing but uproarious din 

A Bacchanalian beacon 

Of penthouse whoopla 

Casual and brazen fellatio  

Alongside vol-au-vents and kir royale. 

Across the lumniscent citysea  

Where the shoals of black cars dart 

Polite partygoers clamoured, agog 

Cheerfully waving like startled shipmates 

Beached upon so-so soirees  

Each group signals the other 

Flickering houselights in morse code. 

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