As if in a dream
Or did he rise?
He couldn't be sure who walked
Toward whom first
Not that it made a difference
He felt he was floating
Anyway
He couldn't be sure what
Caught his eye
Was it the pitch black of her
Curly hair or eyes
Was it the downward sweep of her
Lashes
as she looked down
To make sure her dress wasn't caught in
Her shoes
Was it the gentle arch of her furrowed brows concentrated on
Every step in front of her
Was it her shy smile as she glanced at him
With a flash of even white teeth beneath
Was it the way she walked
The gentle sway of her hips
Moving to a rhythm all her own
Intoxicated
He couldn't take his eyes off of her
Perhaps it was the blue dress
She wore
Not just any blue
But the colour of the sky after a
Warm sunny day passes
As the sun lowers beyond the horizon
To rest before it rises again
A blue so deep
It soothed the eyes
Her dress that drew the outline of her
Shapely body
Shot through with silvery threads
Hooked
Addicted
He knew he had to have her.
