Dark Chocolate

Dark chocolate
I saw you today
riding sweet,
in a red chevrolet.
you tilted your head,
and rolled down the window.
lifted your eyes
and I felt the wind blow
knocking my hair all around
It was your voice that made this smooth sound
tilted your head
'get out of the way! '
and that's what I thought you would say.
Chocolate run smooth
'Do you need a ride? '
Chocolate on the move.
as soon as we locked eyes.

poem by Selene Reynolds
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