Blue hypnotic fragment
alone in the middle of the room
focus drawn close
body overtaken by rhythm
moving in a new language of pulsation
consumed by throb and motion
exploring
raw gesture
a sheen of quiet sexuality rising
swinging hair
her tilting expression of pleasure
those hips rolling incessantly
in spellbinding self-seduction
the scrawl of sax riff across
a relentlessly sinuous bass line
with high hat punctuation
charges her torso, legs and arms
hands on hips
thick hair swaying
she glances up
face lit
by an inner spotlight
hips loosened by liquor
a flowing of limbs across spilled music
posted by MB at 12:58 AM
10 Comments:
I like it!
I love that last line, 'a flowing of limbs across spilled music'.
oooh baby you truly gave thanks! xx
Ooh, I'm with Jean: I really, really like that last line. Gorgeous. :)
rdl, I'm pleased you enjoyed this.
Jean, thank you for picking up on that line. That one spilled out of its own accord. It seems the best ones often do.
Heh, Ruth, your response make me laugh! We did indeed give thanks, but the "she" in this poem wasn't me. I was watching a friend dance, admiring the sensuality that just seemed to overtake her.
Sara, I'm glad you enjoyed it, too. Thanks!
Made me think of Regina Spektor's song Us.
moose, I don't think you submitted anything to the carnvial. I'm gonna post this, assuming you won't mind. And if you do mind, I'll remove it! so there!
This is musical and fits the theme. It'll be up today. come have a look!
G
zhoenw, I don't know Regina Spektor — must check her out, eh?
While the cat's away, Garnet will play! Thanks for thinking of me, Garnet, I didn't even make the connection for this fragment. I will take a look.
This was the band, Detroit Blues was the song.
Karen, welcome! I'm glad you enjoyed the photo (do you think I had maybe a little too much fun in PhotoShop?) and the poem. Thanks for stopping by.
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