Veils binding, blue, silver shining
Then unwinding, she drops it, head begins moving
Arms flowing, up and down, then intertwining
Wrists twisting, finger cymbals set the beat
Slowly sensuously, her silver breast shimmies
Hips find a contrasting movement
Jutting her hip first left and then right
Bending her knee, she gathers her veil
Circling she bumps her hip, each separately
Stimulating, she circles, enticingly
Catching the faster beat,
She shimmies and twirls
Lost in the wonder, loving the dance
Veil flying free, as freely as she
CarolHawks
Sheila
You should read some of David Hightower's poetry. His poetry is a study in alliteration-- each line echoes something, and I love reading it out loud. And it's mostly intuitive, he tells me. But honestly, when it's done too much on purpose, it's not nearly as good.
This is good. Those sound-echoes make the picture pop-out alive.
--Charlie
Regis