Saturday Night
Saturday Night.
Toothpick body strippers tip toe the 3am stroll
Glitter, nines, lipstick, grime
Time catches the last hours of the night
Heads lay in the treasures of dreams and slumber
A troubled world in sweet tranquility
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
