it's the guitar strings that tricks
my eyes into believing i'm afloat on dance floor
fluffy skirt held by thumbs
one foot paused, as if on mid-air flight
chin up, ears perking to drum sounds
until a strain of notes limber
like glass blowing into a bubble in one exhalation
your lips
curved, rolling back, slice of sun-dappled wave
You lift me, as if we are crossing over the threshold
The edge,
I don't keep watch over your shoulders
As you set me loose, in a twirl, in a loop
To catch me again
Swaying,
The long moan of dance snaps,
dilates, wraps a fire
seething like first day of summer
All the words are not enough in the flare & tumult
But for your eyes, stormy in the after shade
And I am breathing hard
Pulse stirring, my appetite
leaps like an arrow
threshes in the crest & down your back-
And we are dancing again as if the night will never end -
Posted for D'verse Poets Pub - OpenLinkNight - Thanks for the visit ~
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whew... what a dance... beautiful images grace - and i would love to dance tango - literally - ha...smiles
ReplyDeletenice...love your dance...there is an edge and a heat just underneath it ....there is a wild abandon to the music...and to the arms of the one you are with...dance on...
ReplyDeleteThat, perhaps, is the finest rendering in words of the feel of the tango; sensual, steamy, physical, in motion, romantic--love your lines near the end /my appetite/leaps like an arrow/in the crest & down your back/. Makes me sad I never learned to Tango.
ReplyDeleteI liked how your poem mimed the dance and just curved and rolled back. I learned tango many moons ago for a school show but I am sure I would not be able to dance it again.
ReplyDeleteOh, I feel the wonderful tension & caring in this, Grace. And what a beautiful dance this must be...dancing as if the night will never end. Makes my heart beat a little faster.
ReplyDeleteWow!
ReplyDelete"The long moan of dance snaps,
dilates, wraps a fire
seething like first day ..."
Gosh. I never did this dance but reading this poem makes me think I have, again and again. Love.
Hi,
ReplyDeleteI found you thru Pat Hatt.
Wow. Your poetry flows beautifully, and I really like the sultry description of body parts (ears perking, lips curved...).
I look forward to reading more here.
I love the Tango. Wish I had learned it. Your poem sizzles like its rythms, so full of passion. Dance on Grace.
ReplyDeleteJust eel the flow and dance the tango, dancing to two's own beat creating such heat
ReplyDeleteWowzers! Reading this felt just like dancing! Wonderful, Grace!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem and dance. Love the photo, too.
ReplyDeletestormy in the aftershade
ReplyDeleteGreat theme for you Grace methinks - a gift ad you bring it all alive just as (seemingly..) effortlessly as I thought you would... With Best Wishes Scott www.scotthastie.com
ReplyDeleteI am impressed if you can really do the tango. Saw some wonderful examples and a show in Argentina. It would be so lovely to dance like that.
ReplyDeleteSultry! I need to dance more.
ReplyDeleteThis is hot, as is the tango. I could feel the beat in this, hear the music and experience the passion. So good.
ReplyDeletea flawless tango of words; the flow is effortless... I really did start to picture people dancing as I read this; smiles
ReplyDeleteIntimate, powerful, dynamic. I felt animation move through my own sense from the flow of your words. Makes me want to dance that flow through many a turn:)
ReplyDeleteOne gets light on the feet just looking and thinking of your take Grace! Nice flow and reminds one of Marlon Brando and Maria Schneider! Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteHank
This read like a sultry tango. :-) Luscious words here, Grace. :-)
ReplyDeleteYour tango teacher is inspiring some good poetry here:)
ReplyDeleteGreat piece Grace, I get the impression the dance is something you want to keep doing as the excitement is well conveyed. A very sensual atmosphere as well.
ReplyDeleteTangos are the best! The very best - I've been playing some lately on the piano again. You capture the passion here.
ReplyDeleteA lovely dance between two..the long moan of dance snaps..
ReplyDeleteOh a dance like that is pure passion.. Would love to learn to dance tango.. I can almost feel that wish to continue,,,
ReplyDeleteYour poetry is so passionate, what a gift to be able to write like that. I feel the pull of the tango in your words.
ReplyDeleteI could see this dance before my eyes, could feel the movement and heat. Most excellent
ReplyDeletePulse stirring my appetite, it is breathing and on fire, we dance with you here and feel outrageouly alive, moving with the heat of the night-great lines
ReplyDeleteI always thought the tango is sexy , I love it and mostly I love your gorgeous poem!
ReplyDeleteWell, I really love the way you tango! You used tension in this just perfectly, spinning us down to those final words. Fabulous!
ReplyDeleteYou really captured the romanticism and sensuality of dancing here. Just two people on the dance floor, existing alone in that moment. Well done Grace :)
ReplyDeleteLove this part:
ReplyDelete"The long moan of dance snaps,
dilates, wraps a fire
seething"
This suits you perfectly - so sensual, all tight flicks and perfect balance. I love watching tango and would love to learn to do it properly.
ReplyDeleteThis poem moves so well, so sensually, the way the dance is supposed to take us in all its physicality. You manage to do it in words. Very fine.
ReplyDeleteSteve K.
PS: No need to visit back, Grace--nothing new from me this week!
these two dancers make me want to dance, and i am envious of their melodic connection.
ReplyDeleteThis poem moved with the grace of a tango. Delightful piece ...
ReplyDeletepeace and love
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ReplyDeletethe long moan of dance snaps - what a perfect line.
ReplyDeletegood week to you, Grace ~
Oh! I love dancing! This tango (poem) is very enjoyable. It has just enough passion and nice rhythm… smiles…
ReplyDeleteThis sounds like quite a dance! I've missed reading your poems. I've been away from Dverse for too long I guess! This is beautiful!
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