Reeling In Motion
I twist evermore past a cotillion of meteors
Spreading plumes across unknown rhythm;
A mad swivel with myself, thrilling my essence
In a hanging motion of a dip…I find myself alone
on the floor; my hem gathering night’s stardust.
And the saxophonist gazes at me from afar,
he smiles,
then disappears.
Dancing With Contest
Sponsor: Giorgo V.
by nette onclaud
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2013
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