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the dancer

by Maria Francesca

"I don't dance,"
he says
as he leads her onto the floor
and steps off with the music:

joke, two, three,
laugh, two, three,
talk, two, three,
lull...

and
charm, two, three,
impress, two, three,
spin, two, three,
wait...

and

glance, two, three,
touch, two, three,
brush, two, three,
pause...

and

gaze, two, three,
reach, two, three,
kiss, two, three,

kiss, two, three,
kiss, two, three,
breathe...

and she thinks to herself
what a monumental liar he is;

this man
is definitely
a dancer.

04/26/2007

Posted on 04/27/2007
Copyright © 2024 Maria Francesca

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Sarah Graves on 04/29/07 at 04:25 AM

I enjoyed the read, and the the rhythmic quality about it. All those male dancers, trying to get a date. I like how you go from the general to the specific on his intentions. Great read :)

Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 04/30/07 at 04:14 AM

Delightful!! This has a light touch and is the beat with the verbs is too fun. Nice job!!

Posted by Rhiannon Jones on 04/30/07 at 12:14 PM

clever and great fun to read

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