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PaintedDiary
Black Swan
Lights showcase skin of ebony velvet
Parallels a panther
Long burning ash of her cigarette
Falls unforgivingly in his drink
He didn’t care
All he wanted was to see her dance
Mustard colored brocade
Pours over a chocolate hourglass
Marimba beats burn her feet
Arched torso slowly lunges forward and back
Fingertips tickling the sky
Curve with her every move
With eyes closed, she sees the music
Smells African violets
Creates sunsets as she sways
Feet lyrically dance an intricate pattern
Indigenous to her homeland
Graceful as a black swan
Elegant as a mocha butterfly
Her regal essence would stop a dove
In mid flight and find peace
In the palm of her hands
Hypnotized by her native dance
You had me from Hello! Ok, so that wasn't in there but, trust me, it seemed like it, lol. Wow! Now, my idea of dancing would have you laughing hysterically, on the floor, so I had to use a different image to visualize this.
I've seen shows with women dancing, love the way dancers move their bodies so lithely and can honestly say I'm jealous! Anyway, I used those shows as a reference point and OMG what an image!
It was just like watching those women dance, Kim! I could see her body arching, stretching up, her fingers reaching in the air for an unseen object so far out of her reach. '...Tickling the sky...' my God!, I could almost do it with her! Jacquii's right about the detail with her cigarette ash dropping into his drink, such a great detail!
Arched torso slowly lunges forward and back
Fingertips tickling the sky
Curve with her every move
I'd read this before and can't remember if I commented on it yet. But remember being sooo tired when I read it so I probably didn't. I hope I didn't because there's no way I could've appreciated the images you invoke here.
You might think I write well, Sis, but I bow down to one of the masters on this site!
lubya Sis!
Gail