Slowly but definitely I am beginning to understand,
How you function, move and breathe; how you fly and how you land.
From your pristine flowing hair to your black stiletto fitted feet,
I dance to you with the roll of my drum beats.
There is no quick way to make things all better,
Not even with a few good exchange of words or a simple love letter.
From your cosmic filled eyes to your short legs of heat,
I dance to you with the roll of my drum beats.
Let's just forget about the troubles that you have today,
Take a chance, let's make moments, let's dance the night away.
From your love bending lips to your Spanish hips of petite,
I dance to you with the roll of my drum beats.
YOU ARE READING
Reflections of the Son 2008: Phantom Reality
PoetryThis is YEAR ONE of my collection of poetry made from ranging moods, styles & motifs; each telling a perspective on life, as I, the author, see it. A piece written every week in the year of 2008; totaling at 60 devious deviations with 1 bonus poem m...
