PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

by Jeph Johnson

she had a sparkle
in her eyes of green
and a face right out
of a magazine
I didn't think I stood
a chance with her
but I really wanted
to dance with her
she batted the lashes
of those emerald eyes
stood up and to my surprise
took my hand for me to lead
she said the rhythm's all she'd need
we danced up a storm
then danced down a calm
peaceful evening in each other's arms
we tore up the floor
and patched up the sky
where the clouds were below
our feet so high