The stars shone with pride
flickering with strange, exotic beats
upon her green electric eyes;
the band begins to play...
I see her sitting alone.
”Shall we do a dance?”
Her eyes answer in time,
”One long, slow and electric…”
She leans into me, dreaming…
”Your eyes are distant tonight.”She replies with small hesitation,
“My mind follows my heart…”
”Is that him over there?”
”How could you have guessed?”
“There are tell tale signs;
here, I'll dance you over…”
She looks apologetically at me…
I give her my blessing;
“Let’s make your dance seductive…”
We dance closer, closing gaps
I feel her electricity rise
as I swing her nearer…
My eyes were for her,
her eyes were for him;
two dreams dancing on airthe melancholy tune weaving spells
in a slow soulful melody,
stars in her innocent eyes
dazzling with a million galaxies
the power that she holds…
Dreams intertwine with one another,
excitement swims in syncopated beats
an oboe cries low, mournfully
a spell-laden mystic melody
sensuous, powerful, long, touching, lingering...
We grow near, her desire
her eyes, my eyes, his,
pools of deep liquid fire;
music reaching a final crescendo
with lonely notes trailing softly…
The music streams away, echoing
my eyes meet his, acknowledging
I move to surrender her
the prize he has won…
She is frozen, motionless, lifeless
he gasps as I gasp,
the music, she, together, gone…
We both caught the glimpse-
a warning label, barely visible
behind her red evening gown…
“Battery may explode or leak.”
He, I, stare blankly, puzzled;
then the answer hit us-
her battery, powered by music,
died as the song died,a musical creation, mechanical, soulless;
she was a lyrical eidos…
So she stands, tilted, thoughtless,
her countenance reflecting pleasant looks,
waiting for the moonlit musicians
to strike up another tune
so she may dance again
with two hearts beating, waiting
as two stunned, foolish beaus
still have eyes for her…
Adding your comment:
so this is for project poetry? This is much better than I could've done. 
