Day 11 of 30 Poems/30 Days

‘My Dancer’
The dancer’s gait
bellows out like a breath,
the tap of toes,
the spin of her hips.

Around again;
like this thing won’t end;
like it stays in my lungs,
breathing it out to live.

Breathing it in to be close,
like her ribs against her skin,
like her onslaught of love,
like her war on my chest.

Advertisements

3 thoughts on “Day 11 of 30 Poems/30 Days

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s