Get Your Premium Membership

go-go dancing to Rob Zombie

from russia with love inna moves like waves in the deep black sea, brandishing long strands of soft dark hair flush from side to side (a controlled torrential storm), white t-shirt tied in a knot at the waste that bringing out the tight stomach, accentuates the curve of her hips as she stretches along the light oak floor, moving in sync with the industrial beat, muscles flexing out with every loud shout of the synthesizer, arms flailing out & round with every guitar twang passed through the wa-wa pedal---she commands the empty dance room, she reigns alone as she practices her moves to one day dominate a world stage.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.