His eyes seemed so soft
They only came to me when the manager of the lights of the city
shut them down
Moon also that night did not come
Moon’s light’s are pretterier than everyone else’s
If it wasn’t blasphemous, I would say I want to make love to the moon
But this man sat with his soft eyes
The moon and sun must have wanted me to know him
Because they disappeared, even thought one of them should be there
He was a gorgeous fella as they say, calm, resolute, but eyebrows that talked for days.
I sat down next to him.
“Hey mister,” I said.
“What’s happening Lady, I have business to attend,” he said
“Can I attend it with you?” I asked.
“Darling, this ain’t your kind of racket,” he said.
His eyes said different, and I wanted to be a part of his racket.