She Dances
She dances like the wave of an ocean
The touch of a breeze
Like a moonbeam in summer
Through the tops of the trees.
She dances like an intangible touch
With a tangible lust
And for reasons beyond her
She just knows that she must.
The music is in her
Was born her birthday
She sees it in everything
And cannot look away.
Her feet fly like magic
Her hands bid you "come"
Her eyes see your soul
Wraps your heart 'round her thumb.
She dances like rose petals
Craving sweet morning dew
She dances for love's sake
She dances for you.
©by Voo Shining Stone
10/6/2020
Your Graciousness, I love the music! And the flamenco dancer who twirls, makes me want to be her dance partner! Obviously she was dancing for me! (Now it's stuck in my head)(The music)(And her).(JK!!!)Lovely poem.
ReplyDeletegracias, Senor Daveed. I love it too. I love the flamenco dance and music.
ReplyDeleteI remember the first time I did it with a handsome Spanish guy. He didn't know
I had never done it before but I pulled it off pretty well. I love a passionate
and intense dance. Or anything, really. Until I get a case of the sillies...
Then you know how goofy I can be. lol
Sillies can be fun!!!
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