Mag 135
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| Venus and The Sailor, 1925, by Salvador Dali |
Whirling, swirling,
lost in a sea of dance;
he wooed
she cooed
the dance of lovers
engulfed in a stare down
of one upsmanship;
Her dress flew off
he ditched his shoes
his tango dip
engulfed in pain
as he caught her mid flight;
his siren, his muse
her captive, her prey
but for tonight
just dance...
Laurel. Does this outfit make my butt look big?
Lost in a sea of dance...I like that.
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oh what a delicate dance that is...glad they just dance tonight, but what of tomorrow?
Sounds like a great evening!
ReplyDeleteWonderful response to the prompt, and I love your closing lines: 'but for tonight
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Your poem far surpasses this painting, in my opinion. You have a real talent for visualizing pictorial images. Great job.
ReplyDeleteCoo...
ReplyDeleteThe poem and the picture both deserve careful study.
ReplyDeleteLost in you beautiful words.. :)
ReplyDeleteSomething tells me this lovely moment cannot end in dance ... I love your Mag!
ReplyDeleteA sea of dance - good phrase...
ReplyDeletebeautiful dance!
ReplyDeleteAnd now I'm caught up in the dance...
ReplyDeleteWell done.
=)
the dance of lovers
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of one upsmanship;
quite interesting.
Shame! All that, then all you let them do is dance? Great verse though.
ReplyDeleteThis is cool , Laurel, you captured the sexual tension beautifully, cheers
ReplyDeleteLovely rhythm and rhyme.
ReplyDeleteDancing has a lot to answer for...
ReplyDeleteVery beautiful and sensual. Just as we want these dancers to be, tangled and tranced in passion.
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