Science is for those who learn; poetry, for those who know. — Joseph Roux, Meditations of a Parish Priest
To be a poet is a condition, not a profession. — Robert Frost
Everything one invents is true, you may be perfectly sure of that. Poetry is as precise as geometry. — Gustave Flaubert

Sunday, July 19, 2009

~ Glorious Woman ~

Silhouette in shadows
Supple glowing skin
Her long hair pours down her back
As she dances in sin

In nothing but her birthday suit
She gyrates in time
To the flowing inner melody
The chaos in her mind

The sweet ballet of freedom
So sacred in the night
For God's eyes only
She moves with all her might

The world cannot hold her
It's drama she escapes
In sweet harmonic interlude
Her spirit makes it's way

Alive and free her curvy shape
Proclaims her soul has woken
World be damned, she makes her stand
Behold, this glorious woman
© Bobbie Sandlin~
Off a writing exercise, featuring the silhouette of a lady in the dark.


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