birthright, the night

©2022 Michael Raven

we roamed streets of sin
hands grasping, gasping
as they touched your
beautiful skin, underbelly
of night, gunfire flashing
lights and the filth oozing
from the looming city beast

pressing on, always pressing on...

mutants howled moonwise
as we rambled and roamed
escaping with kisses and thorns
reclaiming our birthright, the night