For last year's semi-entry, go here.
This year, I give you...poetry.
Dancers, Part One
Dancer, Woman
~~~~~~~~~~~
She is in the shadows
Swaying hips, swaying skirt
Eyes closed, lips parted, lost in her dance
I watch her from the ground up,
Gaze lingering at the curve of her leg
Where calf meets knee, wondering…
...what it would be like to touch her there…
Rising up the swell of thigh
Seen through fabric
Backlit by fire and moon
Soft, silken, my hands imagine
Gentle touch
The mystery of her shadow, wondering…
…what it would be like, to taste her there…
Hips slow gyration
Body in motion, swaying
Hypnotic
Strong back,
Proud bearing
,In the shadows, dancing, wondering…
…what it would be like to press my hands there…
Belly taut,
Anticipating every motion
I watch the play of muscle
Her breasts glisten
Nipples alert to my wandering eyes
Tracing the curves, wondering…
…what it would be like to caress her there…
The hollow of her jaw
Just behind her ear
Invites scrutiny
I see her lips
Velvet soft
They invite me closer, wondering…
…what it would be like, to kiss her, there…
Dancer, Man
~~~~~~~~~
Bold, powerful,
He leaps the fire
From darkness to darkness
A momentary glimpse
Consider…
Legs, strong,
Imagination wraps them around me
Eyes, smoldering intent
Imagination locks his gaze with mine
Lips full, firm, inviting
Imagination touches them to me
Arms muscular
Imagination holds me in them
Hands, graceful and strong
Imagination caresses me with them
And that which is hidden
But still seen, limned in the glow of fire
And moon
Consider…
The passion of the dance rises in him
Imagination answers his need with mine
He is
We are
In darkness dancing
Quote of the day...er...week...umm...hey, look, a quote!!
"...besides love, independence of thought is the greatest gift an adult can give a child." - Bryce Courtenay, The Power of One
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2 comments:
Mmmmmmmm....
'S what it's all about, the Dance of the MayPole...
May Day Blessings, Beauty-In-Words One...
They are glorious. Blessed Beltane, dear one.
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