When the moon dances in the flirting sky
With the stars giggling and cheering their mother on
And the wind making love with the leaves
In the clear view of all shapes of eyes without a care
And the fireflies light in love and happiness
I shrink into a little ball, hiding in the dark sky and
Missing those arms on your shoulders which accompanies you to my detriment.
When the cock crows
And announces your approaching steps
And the dogs bark in love and welcome
The happiness that sleeps in me wakes
For I always peep on the toes of darkness
Discretely wishing you close to be my vehicle,
Eyes and mountain to help me see farther into the passions of the skin
Now you are here
In tired clothes and old shoes
Possessed by deep sleep as your nose roars like the hyena
What do you expect when the yearnings drop carelessly
And the lion in you sleeps without a thought and will wake only to hit the road?
Care must be taken for these eyes on my head
Have started looking for solutions to satisfy the heart, the body is no firewood.
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2014.
Mum Cee 
4 replies on “DANCE WITH ME”
COME DANCING
in response to the dancing paintings of Australian artist John Brack
Your popsicle pink ladies
swan-necked and arching back
orgasmic in organza
beehived and lacquered
every hair securely held
against the centrifugal force of motion
your luscious mauve women
vogue elegant, wasp-waisted
sensual sylphs out stretching
reaching out to touch and caress
the tenderness of ballroom air
Led by bryllcreemed sleek men
firm-handed, elongated, dark men
Cuban-heeled in shining patent leather
They follow, gliding with experience
their pointed sharp stilettos barely whisper
sliding across the polished parquet floors
in their sequined satins and hand stitched silks
frothed and full
with tiered and layered tulle
that rustle and swish
with the sway and the kiss
of every swirl and moment
each twirl, each turn
each tiny chance
to catch the eyes of judges
watching in the wings.
©M.L. Emmett
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You must look at the ridiculous dancing paintings of ballroom dancers
kindest regards Maggie (Poems for Poodles
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Thank you very much, this is a beautiful poem. Thanks for passing by, will surely visit your blog for more tips.
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Glad you love it Ms Hlalele. Blessings for your comment.
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Oh how I love to be awaken to a smell of baked poetry. My mourning has turned to dancing. Stitched accurately. I love I love .
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