With no pretence,
or formentioning,
only a smile like hers
could tear through a crowd.
Was I
blinded by the trail of lights,
deafened at the sound?
I was.
My eyes were not my own
drifting ever astray.
beauty gazed at me,
kisses flew from her lips.
Was I
numb to the rhythm,
intoxicated at the scent?
I was.
Perhaps I had it wrong,
could I be the one?
Almost naked in her stare
falling fast to no where.
Were there
little treasures in the air,
crystallizing on the tip of my tongue?
There were.
