Amber gold sparkling, raised high, intertwining with the dying of the light streaming through the fence cracks.
It flows down her throat as dark blankets the backyard, and mad light is left by swaying paper lamps.
Timid talking and deliberate deeds in quiet din are now forgotten.
Frenetic movement, faceless abandon eagerly absorbing all.
Passion soaring Everest high with drunken, ardent intensity behind eyes.
The moon glows silently above, hanging covetous over this jigsaw of elan.