Misconceptions (Safety)

I used to think that safety
was in numbers.
Caught up in a whirlwind
of people moving down South Ave.
Pushing forward
with nothing to lose.
A self made mirage hidden
in a mob of followers.

I used to think safety
was in numbers.
Until the day you walked
into that concert.
Hips swivelling
feet shuffling
hair as black as love.
For the first time
I felt vulnerable
swayed by the rock & roll
and the midnight
in your eyes.

I used to think safety
was in numbers.
A tight mathematical haven
for me to discard all my worries.

I used to think safety
was in numbers.
Then there was
you.