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.
It was in those moments
That I was most sure of you
The moment our chests deflate
After fits of laughter
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
And yet fundamentally safe
It is in that sweet paradox
It is in those moments
That I am most sure of us
This is a home.