Beltane

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