Look at us
We were made to be seen
Tonight.
Tonight we aren't
Wearing clothes
And skin;
We are glitter
And viscous alcohol.
Laughter permeates
The air like a
Warm frost that
Crystallizes on our faces.
We are shining
And we don't
Know how
Drunk we are
But it doesn't
Matter we are
All loving
And seeing
Each other
As if for the first time.
YOU ARE READING
Petrichor
PoetryWe grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}
