We hummed the beginnings of personhood
in our jerry-built camp, where we’d black out
and our lungs would cry
‘ I fucking love you!’
barefoot on a cold living room floor.
I’m bonded, you see
lassoed by indisposable recreations
and blue tac’d walls of liquor spilt smiles
shielding us from the uncertainty
that we’d never grow out of this.
We came and got our bearings right
Our lives messy but well loved
municipal stomping ground, in glittered tights
lips ripen with every spiced rum chugged.
This place will be understood forever
saying goodbye to familiar flagstones
huddled together for warmth outside
in makeshift tees and matching shorts.
I’ll never forget our battleship sofas
prized from our bums by sudden change-
we held the fort against loud voices
monsters in the kitchen, chopping knives
and yet our cultured charm remained.
We captured moments and we planted them
behind our eyelids where we knew they’d be safe
that we painted in glitter, stamped with loose gems
all grown up but still as baby faced.
One day we’ll go back and we’ll dance there again
hands in the air my warrior friends, sissy’n that walk
platonic hearts that others will never see
dancing amongst a hundred jewels of glass on the floor.