The dancer

She stretched her hand out into the sky 
As if she was pulling the sun's rays into her palms. 
Her legs moved with such grace, 
And there was beauty in the chaos of her unmeasured steps. There was no music, 
But her dress had the prettiest whirlpool every time she spun. 
Her hips swayed with a majestic motion 
Hypnotic to the eye 
Seductive to the soul. 
She was like a star, 
Only obsession could reach
Away she danced into the sunset 
Till she was a silhouette echoing the fading horizon. 
She blew a kiss 
She blew my mind 
She skipped away into the night 
I skipped a heartbeat 
The next day, 
Only a few drunken love rhymes on the wall behind where she performed were left. 
Oh 
And a throbbing lump in my heart. 
One sad poet's heart wasn't trophy enough. 
Onto the next city she went 
On and on 
The show never stops 
    
      The dancer 

Elliepoet 

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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Date: 5/9/2018 5:24:00 AM
Beauteous, well penned, Elvis. I love poems about dancers, and this poem was so sensitive and artful.:))))
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