Paul Bell Poet Free verse

The Night Dancer

He watches her, slowly undress

Dignified, creation of beauty

Lost in her soul

Interrupted by death

 

She watches him

Impassive

Every Night the same

Searching

 

He saw through the beauty

To the woman

Gentle like snow

Interrupted by death

 

Every night the same

Searching, for what

Lost in time

Naked

 

Touched by her radiance

Innocence, dance like

Love on clouds

Interrupted by death

 

She felt something

Strange

Trying to define

Yet dangerous

 

She could be her

For that second

Just a second

Interrupted by death

 

He was a drug now

She, the night dancer

Closer

Brought together

 

Passage of the woman

Running towards him

Warm

Interrupted by death

 

He could have her soul

Unveiled, for the final time

The night dancer

Bows out, beauty untouched

Interrupted by death.

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Lisa Ricci February 13, 2024 at 10:51 AM Dear Paul. Hi. This is mesmerizing. You had my attention from the title and without saying I was frozen from your opening line through its entirety. Truly. I found this extraordinary and very much poetry. Thank you for sharing your skilled talent. It was an honor turning to your page. I will return again soon. Blessings and Peace always. (smile) Paul Bell February 14, 2024 at 8:11 AM Thanks, Lisa, hope life is treating you well.

Charlotte Puddifoot December 27, 2023 at 2:00 PM enjoyed this one - reminds me of the dance of the seven veils or something Paul Bell December 29, 2023 at 7:53 AM Sounds like me finding my way home.

Daniel Henry Rodgers December 27, 2023 at 8:18 AM Paul, this is a haunting masterpiece, weaving beauty and the pursuit of connection. Your vivid imagery paints a poignant portrait of souls entwined in a dance with death. Each stanza is a brushstroke, capturing life's fleeting nature and the inevitability of its interruption. Bravo for crafting a work that lingers in the heart. - Blessings, Daniel! Paul Bell December 29, 2023 at 7:52 AM Thanks, Daniel, glad you enjoyed it.

Silent One December 27, 2023 at 5:45 AM That is quite a story of love and lust and a reminder not everything lasts.. nicely done Paul.. Paul Bell December 29, 2023 at 7:51 AM Nothing lasts forever.