Thursday, January 01, 2009

Poetry in a Discotheque.

Her hair hangs loosely on her strapped dress,
And her drink hangs loosely on her fingers.
Unknowingly, she entices with an unmatched ease.

In between all this,
She pulls my heart out of the rib cage,
and eats it like a delicacy.

I, speechless and heartless,
Literally and not figuratively,
Sway with complete irreverence with music.

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