THE DANCE, HYPNOTIC

THE DANCE, HYPNOTIC

you stare ...

wink, and walk over to me

leaving your circle of admirers in

disbelief

sullied manner, (and skin), of a

Magdaline

prospect, differently indifferent

(a vestal view of Heaven)

faultless form, lulling the room

with your sway

smile dressed in coral bows,

blossomed

I say hello ... (hello back)

then stumble like a boy over the

shape of your words

locution, sound, meaning - adrift

lost to the roiling sweep of new

portent and sensation

pounding heart thrums my bones

coursing fevered arteries …

thoughts, a dervish of combustible

ideas

bewitched - transfixed and hungry

and no focus but those bows -

the dewy fruits that frame your lilt

smile, dancing hypnotically

curling, closing, pouting, pursing …

toying with each other, (and with

my core)

o'er a glistening white chiclet expanse

speaking to me more of temptation

and taste

than whatever words may be forming

(or whatever sound may be tangled

in the air between us)

intonations I can NOT hear

for sake of what has become my

sole pursuit

a crave, singular -

my adventure, sublime ...

your kiss.

Copyright © Gregory R Barden, February 28, 2018