On top of the stairs her silhouette dances,
She sways with the beat making her hair flow with rhythm.
Good God Oh God
she moves with such grace
I can't look away I want her embrace.
She pulls up a square straight to her lips
takes a long drag and lets the smoke fog drip.
In one bony hand she grasps her own bottle,
constantly taking swigs she would be my favorite model.
Her arms swish back and forth next to her sides,
boys keep approaching her left and right.
Their mouths keep moving but it doesn't reach her,
she never stops dancing like shes been in a trance.
My palms get sweaty as I watch them walk away,
Now mys chance as I stand from the floor.
I try to catch her attention shifting in front,
but like all the others she ignores my approach.
I stand there awhile embarrassed of failing,
noting the shine in her long black hair.
Oh God Oh God,
why not me Evanjellion?
I take a few notes before I saunter away,
turning my back I'm hoping she'd watch,
Glancing back I catch a blue eye,
my body burns with passion.
But I just let it fly,
I'll remember this night and try again next time.
Do my best try harder,
than maybe just maybe,
she'll love me like no other.
-Alicia Hubert