Upon the grey smoke curl of a low-lit room Rhythmic thumping builds a roar In this corner begins observation Imagery of the scene's fanatical swoon Building it- they turn and flip Toss and tumble The changing of hands Gracious smiles and gaudy laughter Landed my tongue the bitter bite of citrus Green pepper and berry- leather or tobacco Ringing the echo's of cracks and chimes Intoxicating fruit of this mistress Shrieks of joy my name does implore Towards me the black jackets turn Refractions and sparkle this red dress creates The corner on watch I stand no more Victorious in movement our souls lift on the hook Breathless are some in the new step Eyes smiling or stone, or lashes black with fury Stealing a face, a gaze not been shook Soulful is the swelling- beat of one drum The freedom within a moment Where nemesis and friend willingly gather For the devouring romance of one note darkPeach 2014