Poetry inspired by The Beatles for The Beatles Musical Extravaganza. |
| It's nearly impossible to see under the lights of the club but I can feel her by the way the music makes her move. Precisionally possessed in 4/4 time, around 125 BPM. She has me dancing, this faceless person, as if I too have no other choice. We move in, we move out. We groove in and we shout it all about. When she dips closer our eyes lock, only to be undone by rhythm. The unforced force. A stranger no more. That last beat drops; she is a gasp away and these eyes tell me what to do. Leant in, eyelids drawn, a swallow for confident courage and lips parted for departure like she knew I would. |