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Lighted Interest

Stand still.
Stand right there.
Turn around,
And let me see your back.

The light hit you without intensity,
On your front,
And your back,
Yet you are clearly defined.

I don’t want to blink,
Can’t miss a second.
I don’t want to walk away,
Can’t miss anytime for that matter.

Walk towards me slowly,
I’ll watch as the light changes,
As it shifts across your plain,
And enlightens me further.

Stop again,
You’ve walked into a new light,
With the color green spilling from it,
And you beauty shines through.

The green accents you,
The color defines your curves,
More seductively than white light,
And more generously than the dark.

Walk a little to your right,
And into the blue light.
This light is bold,
Makes you so sad.

Quickly you change direction,
Didn’t want despair,
Couldn’t stand it in the blue,
So you look up to find new light.

Sadly, there are only two colors,
And so you go gladly back,
To the natural light,
That makes you… you.

We stand in awe of each other,
The music comes on,
Slowly, the volume comes on,
Interest is aroused.

You look down to your feet,
Realize your shoes aren’t for dancing,
So you kick them off,
And urge me to do the same.

I release my feet from my shoes,
And there we are,
Barefooted and happy,
We gaze into each other.

From there on in,
It was like magic,
How we melted together,
Long into the night.

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