Night Time Flock

We are the night time flock
Raised by the moon.
We see the light in the dark
we see the color in shadow grey
Herd instinct
of celebration.
We see the gold star point pinpricks
the silent puffs
of comrades and brethren
We hear
The hot breath
of whispers in your ear
Compliments and promises
We see the red of lipstick
that glitter wet silver with anticipation
we feel the heat
that radiates, blossoms.
Sweat, streaming down faces,
backs, stomachs of tanned goddesses
that paint the dance floor vivid Technicolor
in every watcher's mind.
We are that wafting scent
of lavender or musk
Imprinting ourselves
upon the innocents we merely pass by,
Onwards! Our silent parade.
We are the night time flock
We pride ourselves
As we see the sun salute us.

-Paul