Before I Even Spoke her Name

Neon green light bubbles in my club soda.

Pagans dressed in fire colored feathers

Dance beneath the disco stars.

 

Can’t believe she wore tight-fitting sunlight

To this nightclub. She turns night to day.

 

Stoned by the thrill of a long deep stare,

I wonder how perfection tastes

And dream of wet flower-scented red curls

Tickling every inch of me.

 

The rhythm of her switch is hypnotic.

I’ve fallen into a sea of hunger.

I want to sink until I touch bottom,

Grow gills and become something new.

Reviews

[FireWoman]

Your vision is vividly portrayed, S.K.!

[Deactivated_BurningDemo..]

I think I may be reduced to gibberish and profanities to describe how amazing I find this. Just Wow.

[Kerry O'Connor]

Holy S**t? This is f****n' amazing!
No woman can ever live up to such an imagination, but...damn, I know of none who would not like to be looked at in that way.

[Tim Lion]

F*****g beautiful man. Lost myself in memories of nameless angels drifting through ciagarette smoke and musical waves. Just wow!