there you was

You remind me of kwaito nights and reggae mornings

The last after supper

Splattered with splendour waiting for a nervous two by two

while marvin gaye sounds pound my heart gayily

ripping it into a trinity of triplets

painting me red,  my jaw dropping

because you were not my valentine

not my date, stood at the door

prentended i was your gate-opener

there you was

all i could do was…

“would you dance…

… with me?”