happy for you

shaky knees with elbows bent 'round waists;
her skirt held high
reaching the ends of his barren collar
where
worn desert boots rumble chipped wood planks
stepping on her blackened canvas shoes,
they both let the good life s(l)eep
between their toes;
a transfer of music notes
passing through cracked lips,
dancing their way across broken bones
air stuck tight to heavy, dry lungs
gasping for breaths in between laughter and shouts
singing louder than the bass guitar can strum;

let’s see you dance