Poetry · Writing

Moonshine

Swaying side to side to the radio pop. Waiting with everyone for the beat drop.

The night is crisp with quiet raindrops. Watching the city below from the rooftops.

Can go all night nonstop. Watch her dance and shake on the tabletop.

He is ready for anything even the partner swap. Work overtime in the sweatshop.

In the gutters with nothing but a tank top. Better than up in a treetop.

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