you got the lookDance, laugh, flirt, half a flirt,
not necessarily in that order --
lights flicker - bokeh raindrops.
Initially, my feet tap in time;
but as the chorus returns,
by its volition, my body moves;
the bass line sends my chest
thumping to a primal beat.
All through this commotion
my hope recedes... but then,
As if by magic, perfect time,
your eyes looked into mine...
Poetry by arquious
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Written on 2015-03-31 at 11:11
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