Tonight's Poet Corner: Sonnet Solstice #402
'Twas At The Whisky
by Belinda Roddie
'Twas at the Whisky where I sang to you
for the first time, eight years ago, and I
remember every syllable I cooed
to you while I lingered on sweet, blue eyes,
as you stood on the second story of
the Whisky a Go Go, where so many
bands and singers had synchronized their love
of music to their audiences. We
felt heat in our faces as I pointed
a finger at you as the love song ceased
to exist, and though my cheeks were bright red,
was heart was full. I knew that you were pleased
by my display. 'Twas at the Whisky when
I knew I loved you, yes, right there and then.
by Belinda Roddie
'Twas at the Whisky where I sang to you
for the first time, eight years ago, and I
remember every syllable I cooed
to you while I lingered on sweet, blue eyes,
as you stood on the second story of
the Whisky a Go Go, where so many
bands and singers had synchronized their love
of music to their audiences. We
felt heat in our faces as I pointed
a finger at you as the love song ceased
to exist, and though my cheeks were bright red,
was heart was full. I knew that you were pleased
by my display. 'Twas at the Whisky when
I knew I loved you, yes, right there and then.
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