divinity descending
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Oh, the so-sublime motion of your sway,
dressed in naught but the moon's wisps,
sole fascination of the gods themselves,
should Valhalla ever hold the refinement
to abide such flawlessly beguiling rhythm.
From heels to hips to dimpled shoulders,
you toss your birthday outfit with intent -
seductive swing lassoing my gaze, entire,
the drift of your narcotic motion blooms
enough to best the Gardens of Babylon.
Yet the whitest, purest blossoms known,
would blush to crimson for the sole sake
of your unblemished, magnetic contours,
the stairs and stars, swinging in tempo,
to the dance of your fair and fluidic flesh.
Pray these eyes, do not ever blink again,
lest I chance to miss an instant of that
saucy, sinuous, room-sweeping saunter ...
pray this heart, do not ever thrum again,
lest it interrupt your perfect ... cadence.
~ 6th Place ~ in the "Nude Descending A Staircase" Poetry Contest, John Lawless, Judge & Sponsor.
Copyright © Gregory Richard Barden | Year Posted 2019
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