Yellow Lights

Her intentions are countless
But her brown eyes are staring
At those yellow lights that are leering
And he knows she is watching
Though the room is still spinning

The blood rushes into his head
To the soundtrack of her smile
And recollections rise in his memory
Of black hair falling over a pillow
Two bodies perfect in their quiescence

And though her ambition is selfless
With those words that remain imprisoned
She hovers there upon that threshold
Arrested completely within that instant
A prisoner of that moment

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