Saturday Night Baby

Tonight we dance.

With Electrified bodies

With minds floating far from concerns,

 

Tonight we riot.

All leather skirts and red lips to the ready

We use our fashion to scream at convention

At the uniform

At the mundane business of the working.

 

For tonight is Saturday

Every hour of this night is our own.

So let us lavish in laughter, in dancing and gin

As we brace ourselves for the week to begin.

Moments

 

It was in those moments

The smallest

Most telling

Moments

That I was most sure of you

 

The moment our chests deflate

After fits of laughter

Sitting cross-legged

On the common room floor

 

The moment we all collapse home

From collective exhaustion

From the splendour and awe

The night gifted us

 

The moment our quartet sings in unexpected unison

To songs we never knew we could recite

The moment the most mundane tasks

Together are filled with bursts of delight

 

The moment when you feel

Shockingly vulnerable

And yet fundamentally safe

It is in that sweet paradox

 

It is in those moments

The smallest

Most telling

Moments

That I am most sure of us

 

This is a home.

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