A Sip of Sherrie

A taste of Me.. Poetry, stories and reflections of a Southern Belle. :)

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

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

3 Comments:

  • At 9:12 PM, Blogger Bob said…

    Va-voom... very sensual, and I love the last stanza and how you ended it.

     
  • At 3:55 PM, Blogger 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, Blogger Peanut Road said…

    Touchable? Shoot, last time I tried touching the dancers, the bouncer tossed me out the door.

     

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