Very Bad Archive
Night to Remember
Michael Senft
A whispering, “Have we met?”
A feminine look
From light hazel eyes
Black dress hugs her flawless body
Emphasizing every curve
Her soft pink lips whisper
“Let’s Dance”
My hands around her waist
The beat keeps our hips
In flawless synchronization
Her arms move with carefree emotion
She throws her head from side to side
The tops of my thighs burn
She puts an arm on my shoulder
Her hips move up and down
Lights from the DJ stage flash
All across the room
Our sweat
Pushes us towards euphoria
Jealous faces look our way
Short black hair whips around
Enticing others to butt in
She ignores them
Face to face now
The new fast beat intensifies
We know this song
Two people dancing dirty
She smiles and looks down shyly
When the music picks up again
The face of confidence comes out
Her body moves with grace and buoyancy
Rolling hips swaying arms
She claps her hands to the beat
This girl and her black dress
I wish I knew her name.
Michael Senft has published since joining on 23/5/11. Read more of Michael's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Michael's latest works: