Dancer

 

You are the delicate fuchsia flower –
a tempestuous dancer frozen in the middle
of a lustrous pirouette. I found myself
stargazing in the deep purple of
your petals, as if I were watching
for Orion to slip over the knoll
and appear, there, in the soft skin
of your eyelids, closed in fraudulent
sleep. I traced the sunlight, bright
and thick as yolk, as it draped along
your leg. I passed the stain of your
birth, there, at the back of your knee
and minded the flutter your
lashes made. Your breath stuttered,
in spite of your control and I gave myself
up to your kiss – a slow drip of laudanum
that numbed my lips and set you
to dancing, again.

© Laura A. Lord, 2016


All things considered, I never dated a dancer. I did have a very passionate fling with a gymnast, but it burnt out quickly. Thank you to MindLoveMiserysMenagerie for the wordle prompt that inspired some memories this morning.

Photo by Matthew Wiebe, Unsplash

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17 thoughts on “Dancer

  1. This poem is excellent and such beautiful words that flow greatly. 🙂

    hi! I’m new to your work. Jennifer posted your interview on her page. She’s awesome! 🙂

    My name is Charlie Zero by the way, a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

    I’m currently following your page and I will be reading more of your work. 🙂

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    1. Hello Charlie! Thank you for stopping by. I’m so glad to have you as a new reader, and happy that you are enjoying my work. Jennifer is awesome. I’m glad she hosted me. She introduced me to a bunch of new readers!

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