Sweet Sweat by Riley Hood

Sweet sweat now stale
From nights discovering love
In half filled whiskeys
Beer taps running free
Lights
Bouncing from eye to eye
As shadows dance in repetition
To the forever reminding of
Echoing eternity
Solitude in thought
As sweaty hearts swing to conclusion
That nothing is serious
In the void 
Silence another colour
Sound another season
Love another reminder

Riley learned to read and write in the corn, meth and aliens state of Indiana. He is now hiding out in the mountains of New Zealand.