Saturday night

In the strobe lights,
Another Saturday night, 
Another party in my brain, 
Another rambunctious Sorry game, 
I see your face 
Beautiful like china, 
Beautiful as Paris.

You stick out
Among a row of men 
In white collars 
And black suits. 

Eyes
Limpid pools
Of ocean blue, 
Flitting from the cerulean screen
Glowing against your face, 
And back to me. 

The strobe lights begin to flicker, 
And the white collars disappear. 
The world is us
If we establish thus
A bond, 
If we establish thus
A place 
Where we mix together like yin and yang,
Together like melody and harmony. 

The stitches of fate bind together. 
Warm intertwines with cold. 
Fire and rain neutralize. 
And the world curls into brightness. 

Once upon a time. 

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