We sweat out all of our moisture
And replenished it with wine.
We swirl Charval in our glasses
As the sun berates our skin
Making sure we don’t dance too hard
Or sing too loudly.
The bugs cling to our sticky skin
As we sway in the inconsistent breezes.
Tapping our feet
And twirling in sun dresses.
Letting the moonlight and music
Entangle our hair.