In Dance
Electric air
the static of life
clinging to my veil...
I turn
a river of
chiffon, soft blue
the subtle shiver
of coins play
from my hips
I am
a Goddess of
shimmy and grace
In dance
I rejoice in
feminine vibrance
I am
eternal sensuality
and oh so
touchable.
~~~
An ode to Belly Dancing
Electric air
the static of life
clinging to my veil...
I turn
a river of
chiffon, soft blue
the subtle shiver
of coins play
from my hips
I am
a Goddess of
shimmy and grace
In dance
I rejoice in
feminine vibrance
I am
eternal sensuality
and oh so
touchable.
~~~
An ode to Belly Dancing
3 Comments:
At 9:12 PM, Bob said…
Va-voom... very sensual, and I love the last stanza and how you ended it.
At 3:55 PM, Sherrie said…
:) thanks Robert... I love to dance and I guess that's why the poem is so very sensual.
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John G...
:)
You know... I don't wear anything under my skirts when I dance... you should give it a try. Thongs do bite when they ride up. ;)
At 7:38 PM, Peanut Road said…
Touchable? Shoot, last time I tried touching the dancers, the bouncer tossed me out the door.
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