spell

I turned some heads 

when I walked in 

there you sat 

in the noisy dim 

you looked harmless 

and I sat down 

I found out later 

I was dead wrong 

we started to talk 

the time flew by 

my friends were late

but I didn't mind

the music started 

you asked me to dance 

that was the beginning 

of this one night romance 

the barkeep asks

if we would like another 

one for the road 

as we look at each other 

you take my hand

my, how this night has flown 

we kiss goodnight 

each going home alone 

once in awhile

that evening replays 

what we didn't finish 

with our dance that day

 it is not with sorrow 

but unfed wonder 

of that night we met 

and the spell we were under

Poetry by M.J.B. is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License