oooh a poem!

that girl

arrested by your charms.
a smile through crowded rooms…
deafening drums
clatter of bodies
beer fuzz
swelling lust
words stuck
stumble like a reeling fool rolling
on the beer soaked floor of dive bars at 12am
its that kind of heart skip of
oh if I could!
your smoldering eyes
that kind of look…

deep under the influence of
what that kind of a smile is…
crooked teeth
could later touching
crooked smile
could later be less than inches from me
with
bass lines thundering
fools rolling rollicking
talking their slurs
but your – we
we’re there
dark corners, keeping company.

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