Naked, disguised beneath the paint.
Dancing, swirling, parading
through streets,
down the now crowded alley ways.
Trinkets flying, revelers shouting,
wandering, weaving, laughing, pointing.
Libations freely flowing.
Bodies moving to different rhythms.
Sexual ambiguities abounding,
masked in whimsical array.
Nocturnal stillness is obscured.
The bacchanal now unrestrained.
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