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now ...
dance for me …
eyes of polished onyx pierce
me like the keen edge of a scalpel,
deftly wielded ...
the blood of my black
heart flowing in and around you,
warm and welcomed to your
wings and wants ...
the aspiration of our spirits -
charged air between us as still as ruin,
while the world spins outward,
ever a cacophony of color ...
calm coalescence in a
realm of chaos,
airborne and harmonious,
transcendent, if only ephemeral -
if only once ...
I am your vessel, awaiting,
I am your barre,
to stretch and strain upon …
I am the adoration in your hush,
and the dark feathers of your plume ...
I am rapt in awe by
such immaculate and lithe form,
destroyed wholly by the feral,
flawless grace of your
movements ...
I am devoured by the
ferocity and exquisite finish of your
line and flow 'en fouette' ...
it is the anger and
complete abandon in your
expression that at once terrifies me
and slays my sullen spirit -
that brings all that
is demoness to your passion,
and all that is angelic to your erotic ire ...
spellbound by the sway,
I plummet into your soft shadow,
and let your ebon wings
surround my delirium ...
an aphotic interplay of souls, a forbidden
allurement of fierce, fluid figures,
a carnal and concupiscent
'pas-de-deux' of fury -
dance for me ...
now.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Contest Number 360" Poetry Contest, Brian Strand, Judge & Sponsor.
~ 2nd Place ~ in the "Obsession" Poetry Contest, Silent One, Judge & Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2017
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