We rise, able-bodied youth,
standing tall amongst giants.
The city sleeps and we outlast it,
quick feet dance to the beat
of hearts pounding.
Bodies hard and soft clash,
grind in unison to hypnotic beat.
Kisses, tongues on fire, caresses,
sleep-deprived Sunday night.
Hi’s and hello’s in drunken stupor,
whispered lusty words, tingling.
Kinship, then betrayal, then solace—
we worry not for we hold our own.
