Silhouette

Her silhouette appears

as the neon lights change hues

I watched her dance

with admiration

as hopeful lovers do.

Her touch gentle and delicate

like the silk of her dress

I must confess,

my heart beats like a drum

with it's drummer under duress.

She smiles at me

knowing she has me now,

a marionette dancing

from her fingertips 

wondering how

can someone make me feel this way? 

Longing for no return of the day

but for this night to last,

where there's no memory of the past,

only the beauty

before me now

dancing so close I can feel myself

levitating from the smell of her perfume,

moving like there's nobody else in the room.

Just us and the neon lights

fueled by our lust,

our passion,

our trust,

our breath that only we can feel,

a moment that doesn't seem real.

Will I see you again oh silhouette

who's name is lost to the wind?

Will you find me perhaps

or will our short little story end