Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #221
We Drank Cinnamon
by Belinda Roddie
We drank cinnamon cider while we sang
karaoke at the top of our lungs
while the San Francisco night left its tang
in our mouths and its frost against our tongues,
the silver mikes shaking in our hot fists.
I tried to stay steady, belting a tune
or two (or three, or four), my voice high-pitched,
barely intact below the white half moon,
my ears ringing. It was quite a party -
one that left me dizzy and full of life,
the music shaking in my memory,
reminding me of love, my future wife
sleeping in our bed in our apartment,
waiting for my return, energy spent.
by Belinda Roddie
We drank cinnamon cider while we sang
karaoke at the top of our lungs
while the San Francisco night left its tang
in our mouths and its frost against our tongues,
the silver mikes shaking in our hot fists.
I tried to stay steady, belting a tune
or two (or three, or four), my voice high-pitched,
barely intact below the white half moon,
my ears ringing. It was quite a party -
one that left me dizzy and full of life,
the music shaking in my memory,
reminding me of love, my future wife
sleeping in our bed in our apartment,
waiting for my return, energy spent.
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