The Dancer and the Dance
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she comes here to dance for me
only for me does she dress this way
she shows me her dreams
unfolding them one by one
silk and cotton garments
drawn fresh from her scented closet
thin copper bracelets
carved wooden mask
only her eyes reveal
subversive flesh and blood
2
she orchestrates her story
skin drum
rattle of seeds in a sun-dried pod
single violin string
stretched across an armadillo’s shell
I too am tense like an instrument
waiting to be played
the bones of my love
reach out towards her
rogermoorepoet 
Marvelous!
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Thanks, Meg. Not too much snow here and we kept our power. Hope it wasn’t too bad your way. Catching up with your reading, eh?
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Ah that is good news! We were spared the worst of the storm as well. Although the cold has returned with a vengeance. Yes, catching up today! These were familiar to me! After having read through, now I know why!
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It’s one of my favourite sequences. I have about a score of “signature pieces” and this is one of them.
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It’s wonderful!
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Thanks, Meg. I keep these pieces in reserve and use them on special occasions.
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This is sensual and a bit naughty I think. You old rogue.
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I sometimes wish … but I am happy to say she was a ‘spirit dancer’. She slid down to my bed on a moonbeam. She was beautiful, though: ethereal in her brightness.
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Seductive, Roger! I love it.
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I think it is one of my better poems / poetry sequences. So glad you like it.
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