~~~~~could Be Love. Poem by Elizabeth Tyease Collins

At a place with loud noise,
bass, drums, all wrapped into a sick
beat.
Lights flash and bodies mash into each other.
The crowds moves in an undescribable groove
and part,
and I peek a goddess and I must be honest she was
surely a keeper.

Her body drove me wild as she tantalized me
with her eyes as the lights flashed in
this beautiful disaster,
the crowd pushes me forward and so I went towards this
unexplainable goddess in front of me.
The bass bumps louder as I approached deep water and
tested my fate at the bar,
she stood 5'2 and eyes a green blue and long curly
brown hair.

Caught in distraught as it all sets in that this meeting in
this very club,
could ever be more than lust, oh no, this has got to be love,
so I grab her hand and I lead her to the floor
and dance like we were alone just us two,
and enwrapped you in my arms I'll keep you nice and warm
as long as you keep me here.