Star-lit

Laughing home barefoot from the disco
star-lit, care-free, safe within the pack
high heels dangling from our hands like bracelets
cold pavements salve dance-blistered toes
the pulse of living sings our blood.
We are reflected in dark High Street windows
so the night is full of us, our youth -
the cars are few, our voices own the air
and you three boys stride out, long limbed,
the world laid out before you for the taking
throw back your heads, cry to the moon
We are gods!
And I look
And you are