Faith

Bodys pressed together,
As the lights blink on and off.
The club's warm despite the weather,
Music drowns out screams loud as coughs.

A poet moves to a boy,
Says, "What's that girl about?"
"She's mysterious and coy.
Hell she's just a straight knock-out."

"They say they call her Irony,
Tell me why is that?"
"One side's ebony one's ivory,
One's champ-breed one's alley-cat."

The poet moves toward her,
Says, "Baby, What's your name?"
She says her name within a purr,
"So honey what's your game?"

Bedroom lights are low as they can go,
the whole apartment shakes.
The bodys move within the flow,
It's ironic, the beauty's a snake.

"You're an inspiration!"
The man blurted at the end.
He whipped out a piece of paper,
and in his other hand a pen.

"I must write a poem,
so tell me what's your name?"
She said, "Don't Bother Baby,
'Cause nothing rhymes with Faith."