Under the blue lights

Under the blue lights
your eyes gleamed.,
a perfect mixture of pearls and tasty diamonds.
Under the blue lights
I held you close,
under the blue lights,
you, I, we.. shared our air.
Under the blue lights
your smile was illuminated, brightly,
your teeth sparkling from all edges.
Your smooth and gentle laughter
knocked my soul blue.
Under the blue lights
I remembered the first time I saw you.
You were dressed in blue
and your face a golden hue.
The blue lights give me this clue,
that you are the most purest and true, wait.,
that you are the purest and most true.
Under the blue lights
the curls in your hair stole my attention,
and robbed the air
of all sensation.
I was speechless.
Words were cruel and deserted my mouth.
I was thirsty.
And only the taste of your voice could quench me
and reconcile the without and the within..
Under the blue lights
the gentle winds blew your hair towards me,
the perfume struck my nose
and left me a bit dumbfounded.
It was a bit of oxygen and I wanted more.
It teased my senses and eased me around you.
It was like a magic had come
and swept you off your feet and into my arms.
Fewer wars had been fought like this, yes,
you left me ravished.. Positively famished. The desire.


Written by Yvon Ngabo and Dennis Tuyishime