Elegance. a Poem For My Poetry Club

She was a Goddess Who Tippytoed across his eyelids Appearing in a lucid Dream She danced between The strumming of his acoustic heartbeat Her exquisiteness would keep him playing that song indefinitely. If only they could seek refuge in his temporary daydream Love hit him like a temperate Tsunami And he had no Restraint or desire to fight it A moth attracted to flame In the blink of an eye She transforms Into a bellydancer, bending and swaying raising her butterfly wing cloth above her head winding her hips hypnotically ..... .. then A painter..... her usage of colour acrylic brilliance and you are now speechless... The ballerina with her hands above her head The spotlight resting and she is stunning.. The epitomy Of the female Artist. She wraps her Her satin belt Over his eyes And he rises effortlessly like the sun chasing The ...... . . moon She dips and sways And he rests his hand On Her hip Nervously in anticipation he Begins to shake no longer he can wait so he Removes his Blindfold as she rests against the window sill and her golden hair shines like an earthbound Diety She is the closest thing the world will ever come to a real life Van Gogh painting Her laughter, Filled his chest Like the wind Through a sail Giving him direction, Her Name was Elegance And She Was An artist.