By scott
Date: 12 June 1999

reflections of a loss, slightly irrate, iteration #4; alternately titled: still in love

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she dizzied me with a gaze from across the room
my knees buckled, my heart grew weary
and i passed out right there on the dance floor
this was embarrassing, even in my temporary unconciousness
i was dreaming i was so enamoured by her that i fainted right on a dance floor
and then i was rushed back to now with some lovely ammonia
she towered over me in a red sequin dress
which hugged her athletic body like a cliche glove would
her hair sat up and had obeyed her, only those strands which she wanted loose
dangled curly in front of her face, like miniature staircases
even her lips could stop your heart
she had two full lips coated with the finiest color lipstick i could imagine
so beautiful in fact, that you would dare to kiss her for fear of smudging her gorgeous lips
"danny, are you alright? you kind of fell"
do i need to say anything about the appealing simplicity of those words
yes, i am alright, and oh boy did i fall, big time, and right in front of you
but you're still talking to me, still gazing at me 
still concerned about me, about what has just happened to me
and with what you don't know you directly caused with a single look
not to different from the one you cast upon me now
there is so much i want to say
about your eyes, your hair, your complexion
your dress, your hands, or your finely manicured hands
but all i can do is offer you this hand 
for a dance maybe.