just a little light fantasy...or is it?


She Sings

Slowly she sheaths her legs into the
Black sheer silk and pins the diamonds
Into her hair fully aware of how time
Passes her preparations imperturbable-
She is not capable tonight of angst as
She waits for him amongst the
Myriad facets of his beauty.

Waiting to drip her stones
Upon his naked perfect torso
She knows that she has no cause
To sing corruptly or discordantly so
She clears her throat of that old song-
She has a new voice now that resonates
The deliciousness of him held without duty.



Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-02-28 at 00:05

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Sid Gardner
A truly wonderful poem L .Those legs and diamonds really'Sing'.
But not in 'Fado'.
Sid xx.
2009-03-05



I like the way you interweave the image of precious stones throughout the poem, "the facets of beauty," for example. And yes, beauty can make us put aside our our mournful dirges and sing of happier things.
2009-03-02


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2009-02-28


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
Wow, this slips like pure silk, enjoyed reading very much

Elle x
2009-02-28


Brian Oarr
How can I join in your fantasy? Very good write, Jenks ... went straight to my "stimulus package" LOL
2009-02-28