Silver under the moon

“I forbid it! We don’t go with her KIND,” his mother spat

The kind who dared to be not white, so that was that

But James’s eyes were shiny saucers when he saw Isabel

He’d wave to her on the rooftop during the summer night swell

Each day on the bus he’d talk to her on the way to school

Finally one day he had to tell her, he’d lost his cool

Would she go to the dance with him, he’d really like that

She smiled and said yes and he grinned like a cool cat

Later one night they snuck up to the roof together and talked

Time stood still as they watched the stars and walked

Isabel was silver under the moon and gave an inviting glance

So he leaned over for a kiss while he had his chance

Her lips were silky and moist, so bewitching and sweet 

With down soft skin and lilac scent that made his heart beat

They stayed out late that night, talking and kissed some more

James’s arms embraced her and they weren’t apart anymore