under the silver moonlight

Come out silently, all the doors to the other rooms in the house closed. Come out to the terrace under the stars, lit in silver moon light. Dance naked under the moon, while behind his bedroom door my grandad celebrates his eighty years of age making love to a twenty-eight year old beauty. In the distance, the outline of the mountains, black as ink against the deep dark blue, blue sky. And the sirends and gunshots in the distance.