Every chance I get

Rhythmic bones that sway into this night
Her eye catching way, keeps my heart a flight

Forty voices crossing, she is all that I hear
Over thirsty tavern patrons waiting on a beer

She is mixing cocktails, shots, long island ice teas
A tall drink a water is what she makes for me

Her gaze through this crowd, cheers my dreary soul,
While I line up pool balls and knock them in the holes

I cant help but to look, every chance I get
Lost in the way she moves... simple pleasure yet

When her rhythmic bones begin to sway
I fall into her rhythm, and gently... slip away

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Seems to me that someone is quite smitten here. She has certainly caught your eye, and your heart too it appears. Nicely conveyed couplets. Visually pleasing. Good work.

Chris

[Throwing Romeo]

She was too young I was too old
I wrote her this. Memorized it and in that crowded bar I recited it to her and never went back..
Thanx Chris

[Chris Shaw]

I doubt she will ever forget you. Having someone write, memorise and recite poetry about you, is not an everyday occurrence :)