Should have listened to Jojo when he tried to tell you about your place.
On the other side of the room.
You neglected the good instinct in you that attracted my poison
Or rather alluring aura.
I’d caught you.
A Bull.
Me all the wild me-a fish.
You stood in front of me, planted to the ground as I floated three feet above you.
Eyeing me as if you had found what the good Lord had put you here to discover.
You radiated the room with your good light.
While I hid my black heart.
You spoke smoothly.
A godly wind flowing from your lips.
I smiled at your language.
Filled with glee over the prospect of sin.
The band started up again, generating heat in the already compact smoke filled room.
Whiskey sweet. Sweat flowing abundantly.
A Night in Paris permeated.
You chose me. I converted.
Inspired by the glow of your goodness. Surrendered.
Sanctified by your charm.
We danced.
Onyx arms engulfing my back.
Purified movements decoding my gates.
Dawn marked the end of the party
And you grabbed ME by the hand.
I selfishly submitted.
If only for that night I knew what it felt like to be saved.
