Stepping Through Time
A curtsy in my red dress,
trestles hanging down
my eye makeup is a mess,
sweat beads have accumulated
on my forehead crown
Oh but that Sound that Sound
He's lanky and thin
with a slight hint of gin
A graying beard is thick
upon his gnarly chin
Ah, the way he moves his
body like a decadent sin
When he put his arms around my waist
we twisted and turned
His soulful eyes, I could almost taste
Took all I had to keep up with his pace
With a 2/4 beat, repeat, repeat,
we worked up an incredible heat
What an amazing raspy sound
as we danced across that log floor ground
There were bongos and fervent energy
the conga added to the synergy
As our dance feverishly transpired
I intuited the great release he so desired
As he was a president uniquely inspired
For him, a macob job was required
For the dance, and the freedom of slavery
demanded the utmost of bravery
Stepping through Time
I could have chosen many
Instead, I had a Merengue with the
staunch face of the U.S. penny
How many of you can beat that, Any?
191 wds.
Copyright © Donna Roberts | Year Posted 2017
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