saturday night freedom

We drink, we drank, got drunk
Couldn't speak right
Tongues turned to sullen slugs in our mouths








So we dance, we danced, got down
Squirming ridiculously
Like there were live fish in our pockets

So we laugh, we laughed, out of breath
Looking at ourselves
In bodies so limited, with souls so free...


written by absolutely wonderful friend, mosadzi_Julia after a night of much laughter, dance, singing... and wine...