skinny little races with the colour green and her shiny molten friends
shimmering, glistening rocks, of greed, glory and glamour
itchy and aching,
dancing under fluorescent white lights
matching two-pieces and aggressive smiles
collar bones and cold champagne.
tiny bites, tiny waists, tiny-tight-rope walkers.
tall hands, strands of skies,
bold and boisterous bouts of being, beside-ourselves
sweaty mornings, momentous silences, micro-cosmic melodies
melting, moving, making
attuned to the winds of,
all mess, all un-dress, always blessed; all this bliss.