Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Jugglers Ball

We dance
slender waist tossed between primitive drum sticks
a tribal tango
where I control and she leads
her red skirt twirling
crimson twists turning black
in a spherical whirl of alternated angles
she planes, lifts off
her hair a straight streak
and at that moment
that second she defies gravity
my bones bend
she touches down again
rolling toward balance
I caress her
try to keep up
one step behind
until she planes to alleviate weight
then falls
we waltz in circles
until the next tango


///MR YORK\\\ said...

Simply magnificent! I finished reading and had instant goosebumps! Great work!

Anonymous said...

It was difficult to believe that your poetry could become more succinct and it has.