what do you call an escape if you never meant to get away?

Approach under the streetlight unwanted like salvation pouring from a pulpit beyond the individual illuminated unwavering curtains of light the dark seemed infinite only sound cut through respirations of life rising and falling voices two blocks off i see her at the balcony hair in hallow gold curls lips in a smirk exposed skin at the shoulders and long legs i see and she sees and her smirk breaks into a smile and my insides twist and everyone can see a pitcher of lynchburg lemonade bleeds through the iron wrought tables the girls smash spent cigarettes into ashtrays the tabled cluttered with the over turned shot glasses upon which we had counted coup in the brief moment between what was and what will be we have budded and bloomed and we stave off the inevitable withering with each choral wave of laughter skin drawn taunt over spine my fingers trace innocent shapes everyone talks we kiss order drinks engage disengage fingers at the back of my neck our companions shoot us amused looks we are apathetic i am enthralled she is aware all along circling conversations like vultures await the death knell of the night the last lovely note of the ignored guitarist each shift of her hips on my lap intentional look back over bare shoulder a knowing barb a carefully executed ploy and affection brushing of lips at the neck i quickly bite her exposed ear discretion feigned shock her cruel smile that feeling in my stomach she grabs my jaw eyes lock a brief unnoted moment we have crossed a line the issue is not behavior the last note the emptiness of air we turn to tabs everyone pays in cash there is a shuffle of chairs there are lights in the trees that never shed leaves in absence of music the garden collapses.