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, August 2, 2009

~ Dance ~

My heart pounds in wanting
Body pulses with the beat
Love drunk in delirium
You are not just a dream

My mouth so tongue tied
Beads of sweat on my skin
I lust just to tangle
With you in naked sin

Here I am captured
In your eyes, so blue
Full of promise and mystery
I'm forever part of you

I fantasize our future
I do's and rocking chairs
I can't breathe, I feel faint
In this electrically charged air

With that devastating smile
Your window, your chance
You ask, "Hey, where's your friend?
I want to ask her to dance!"

Love turns to hate
I glare daggers and fire
I reply "She's just out fulfilling
your best friend's desires."

You then flip me off
Walk away in disgust
My mind is not finished
With this thing I called "us"

My mind then visualizes
"Us" on a fifth floor
We argue and fight
We cuss and slam doors

I then scream and shove
Out the window you fly
Broken glass, sweet effects
Better than any stunt guy

But before you smack pavement
I'm jolted back with his hand
And your friend's gorgeous smile
Asking me for a dance
© Bobbie Sandlin
Yes, I'm goofy today lol.
For One Single Impression: Window


SandyCarlson said...

That was a surprise ending! What a story.

Sweetest in the Gale said...

Wow, that had some wonderful twists and turns...and lots of passion! Great read.

anthonynorth said...

A twisty delight, that one.

Sue said...

nice little story -- how often we've invented whole lives from just one glance.

Linda - Nickers and Ink said...

Caught me with the end.


JP/deb said...

Clever and fun!!


Bobbie said...

LOL Thanks everyone. It started out serious it and wanted to turn silly, so I let it :)

gabrielle said...

love the play on windows and the playful twists this took

DeLi said...

we all needs to dance from time to time.

Tumblewords: said...

This piece moves right along and drew me with it, surprised me at the end and caused a smile! Nice, nice!

Quiet Paths said...

Oh my gosh, this sucked me right in! It's just so human! Well done.

Maggie said...

I am saying WOW as I read and end up with a big smile on my face.

Jim said...

Hi Bobbie -- I read your comment about wanting to be silly. Isn't it nice just let go once in a while. I do it a lot, perhaps too much.
My word for this poem could be very trite: "All's well that ends well."
It was a fun read.

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