Perfume and Light 

By Thomas M. Quigley

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I walked slowly into the darkened room,

Her eyes met mine as I smelled her perfume.

As if in a trance, I was lured her way,

Not even knowing what I would say.

Her brown eyes were moist, her lips so fair,

But the perfume was what held me there.

With music turned low the time seemed right,

So I took her hand and turned from the light.

That’s when I heard a hulk of a man,

Ask if anyone had seen his Ann.

I looked at him through the corner of my eye,

And could tell that with him you better not lie.

Just then my senses were jarred to the quick,

As the perfume was making my head rather thick.

I whirled that woman close to my side,

And whispered, “Can I meet you outside?”

My pulse quickened as I felt rather high,

She winked one eye and I knew her reply.

 Just then I felt a massive force,

Pulling me from my charted course.

“Just what do you think you’re trying to do?”

“That’s my girl you’ve got there with you!”

Without even thinking I stood up tall,

And pushed that giant thinking he’d fall.

But as I recall he moved very little,

In fact his next move made me spin like a thimble.

Each twirl I made refreshed my strength,

As the whiff of perfume could be smelled at arm’s length.

After three spins I felt I could tackle,

That hulk of a man and put him in shackle.

I planted my feet squarely on the floor,

And turned to face that monster once more.

I grabbed his arm and gave a tug,

Then with my fist I plastered his mug.

He fell backward and staggered around,

And one more punch put him flat on the ground.

While he lay there wondering what he should do,

I grabbed this gal Ann and said our adieu.

As we walked outside where the wind fairly blew,

The sun was bright and I saw her tattoo.

With the perfume whisked away and a look in bright light,

I was forced to bid her farewell and take flight.

Now the moral of this little story I’m speak’n,

Is that dim lights and music will cause senses to weaken.

While perfume and thoughts will make one seem strong,

When the light turns bright you’ll wish you were gone.