Susan Senator
All happy families are not alike...
All happy families are not alike...
Transformed
Around my body
the veil — warm firelight
soft red fabric, loose and tight
muscle and bone stretch within
The coins of gold
against warm pink skin
tingle cold and softly cling.
The throbbing bass of Misirlou
in whispered strains grows
with rattlesnake bells
a rush in my veins
my skirt flutters outward like a rose.
I shed the veil
discarded flower
I move with force, yet I’m still
one round hip, then the other
An infinite eight
sweet thrill.
the music rises sad and dark
but clings sweetly
like a lover
my arms rise in a perfect arc
inside my eyes dreams hover
And I am in a dessert
bare wintry feet on powdery sand —
Starry sky, foreign land
Though still here
— my joy at hand
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Susan, have you ever considered writing a book of poetry? I really like your style.
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I am now. Thank you! BTW I am having trouble subscribing to your blog via bloglines. I’ll have to ask Ned. I really like your blog!
Hey, you look wonderful in your outfit Delilah! Although the rose color of the veil makes me think your true dancing name might be Shoshana after all!