Strobe lights capture playful glimmers Every time the liquor shimmers. Bypassed sharing dessert To skip in after dinner. Music playing loud, waves move through the crowd Like soft hands through drunken clouds. …………you just sit there.
The bar top an appealing mixture Of colored glass and solid oak Provoking a brief stare Because the glass sits there. Bottles are only passed To fill flutes and flasks For those requesting more Before new faces grace the door. The floor a sea of sweat Washing away any regret, Extensive stints of sorrow, Or concerns waiting tomorrow. Shapes bounce and break in rhythm. Limbs find exuberance in bass. One's vantage point is lost within them; But I can still see your face.
Long, dark hair with a heavy sheen, Skin pristine. Milky vanilla in hue. Directly in my view. Legs crossed beneath resting hands. Fingertips reflect your glow Like sunlight crossing snow. I sized you up so slow That I forgot about the show. Paid for it in advance But couldn't rob you of a glance. Saw my money wasted but found my suitable replacement. Placement so concise that I feared blinking twice should your presence be removed. It was as if you behooved In your dubious enchantment That my heartbeats chant with The cadence of your grace. Such rhythm in a still face?
This drink must be heavy. I've had so many That the bartender befriends me. You whisk away quickly. Slipping through this maze In a daze of bewilderment, Chilly air cleaving my pores as I inch closer to the door That you just stepped behind. Barely straight lined, My mind desperate for focus Among this freelance flock of locusts That have become this crowd, Speakers still blaring so loud As I lean against the brick... ...was this a trick?
Your silhouette fierce yet fair And a soft, inviting pair of eyes with lashes dark blue in hue Silken hair in every sinew, This from far I have observed And what surely strikes my nerve Is this newly apparent fact: A motive accompanies that swerve. Concerned barely, You tarry far from grasp Yet close enough to fawn over; Only glancing above your shoulder To make sure that I still follow. Hollow your discernment over your shame, my anger Or some impending danger.
So what am I to do? 1:52 and I'm near you. Who is tracking who? Why this intrigue? What of your mystique? Will I incur a change of heart if I continue to advance? Should I chance this first glance…………?
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