Fairy my
my arms
reach out to you
and enfold;
Darling I
sink into those hesitant eyes;
Baby I
feel you close
as music allows
hand in the small of your back
dizzy twirl
and then return close
short breath taken
eyes twinkle.
Darling I
feel
you rise up to me
the rustle
of your Tutu
brushes too
your caress.
Fairy I
move
in dream time
and I
feel your body
offering
subtle
as your smile;
your leg
brushes up
seeking.
I look into your eyes
move away
but too befeft
come back again
it having felt like an eon;
your thigh rises
having its own mind
and I complement with swollen joy.
Fairy I
dance with you
and all
flies away
as you
brush sideways
against me
exercising hidden lovers tricks
on the dance floor
and then for the lift;
I put my hand
just inside your throbbing thigh
and you rise
angel-like
on high
to fly
landing just so
deep inside my heart.
Regis
Anna
I just listened to Rita D recite American Smooth and thoroughly enjoyed that too.
Dance is about joy, being completely present in the moment.
I just love dance poems! This is wonderful.
Christine