Hand In Hand

We walk through the neon
and screams of the night,
shop lifting CDs and
lava-lamp lights.
This crazy yet sensible
trip that we’re on,
began with a drink
which was too quickly gone.
The stares of the doormen
who stand guarding clubs,
make us laugh harder,
dismissive with shrugs.
As hand-in-hand, grinning,
we skip through the streets,
our beauty confounding
the people we meet.
This nighttime adventure
with you by my side,
this city’s dark secrets
can no longer hide.


7 Responses to Hand In Hand

  1. fortyoneteen says:

    I want to live this night… sounds too fun!

  2. fibee5 says:

    that sounded so full of true happiness πŸ™‚ great poem.

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