Booty shorts, neon flash, midnight avenue—
we bounce like basslines, sweat-slicked glitter.
Hands up, palms print the strobe,
every heartbeat a subwoofer kick.
Slide, dip, spin that cherry fire—
our shadows fuse, liquid mercury.
City steams, sirens harmonize;
we laugh in gold, unsnappable chain.
Till the sky cracks lavender dawn
we own the block, immortal summer.