moonlit sands

It is the rustling of the palm fronds in the wind
It gets me excited
The peeking of the moon through those leaves
oh! This night should last an eternity
I am eager for the dance upon the creek logs
The sipping of pale white and smelly homemade coconut wine
From slender, short wooden  pipes with filters for the filth
Drunk for the company rather than the taste
The anticipated chasing by the guard dogs in the night late
I am giddy
For the night promises so much delight
Like friendships spurred at moments insight
And ending with naked bodies strewn on the beach
Bathing under the moonlight
Ah! We are young the night is young, too early to speculate

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