Dancer
a poem
Published in
Jul 30, 2021
Head thrown back, arms wide, dancing woman, alive.
She’s glad God is watching ―
she twitches her skirt, flashes her bronze thigh.
Magenta satin, saffron velvet clutch her curves,
vitality, Lilith, drive and verve.
Jet beads fling, a visceral aura
swirls on her breasts, accentuates her bounty.
Her feet, a dancing blur,
tap, demand, a force of their own.
Watching women feel the stirring ―
feel blood rising, cheeks burn, sisterhood;
she dances a dance stronger than fate,
dancing a charm so he’ll never die.
Head thrown back, arms wide, the dancing woman, alive.
