01 March 2011

After Dark



The floor throbs and shudders
delivering a deep low pulse
that thrums from feet to head
blinding lights churn and slide
off skin and hair and eyes
heated bodies nudge
bump and grind out
wild-heart intimacies
heads thrown back
no control
until a glance is thrust
across the swarming floor
and caught beneath
a hooded gaze
two writhing shapes
impelled, connect
to meet to press
collide
parting waves of sound
and so begins
the dance.

17 comments:

  1. The beginning of the poem is really quite erotic! You've used all my favourite words! Ahem...limited vocabulary of mine ;) Loved the music and let's dance!!

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  2. Mm, could really feel this one. Slapped me right back into the clubs around campus, right down to the beats surging up through my feet...delicious. Grinds sensuality right into you, as the music is want to do!

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  3. Excellent rendering of clubbing vibes, music, and atmosphere... made me feel old having not gone in a while. lol

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  4. Feels really erotic! 'and so begins the dance' mmmm....loved it : )

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  5. you can feel the mating ritual that goes in those environs through your verse, diana. wonderfully done, dear lady :)

    bummy / monty

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  6. this had a nice beat to it...the pic is a mind trip...rather mush like i imagine the dance...

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  7. A danse macabre of sorts you paint. The kind of mating ritual that seems tribal brought through to modern times. Perhaps it is the same one Anton alludes to in his work this week. Well done Diana (I still think of you as an ethereal goddess). Gay

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  8. Perfect description of the dance. Every image and pulse of the rhythm hit me.

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  9. It just reads better every time, and I still want to dance--but at my age and with my grace, I'd probably hurt myself. Have I mentioned I like this one a lot? Also the photo--it took several seconds before I realized it had people in it--thought it was an abstract painting at first. Gorgeous colors.

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  10. Takes me back to when I was young and this happened all the time. What's the difference between attraction, radar and intention? Or was it that we were just stoned and "grinding out wild heart -intimacies".

    Peace--Tiger Windwalker

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  11. Amazing!!! Dear I've not been OUT on the town in ages, but you made me smile feeling the faster dancing motion. :) Wonderfully written! Love how music can move pulses within us.

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  12. Good scene-effective/-atmospheric work. =)

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  13. Dear Diana
    Sensuous and from the beginning to end a beautiful ritual.. I loved your last lines.. so perfect.

    ॐ नमः शिवाय
    Om Namah Shivaya
    http://shadowdancingwithmind.blogspot.com/2011/03/whispers-winter-dew.html
    Twitter @VerseEveryDay

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  14. you captured this dancefloor moment nicely, weaving in the rhythm with your words

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  15. Dances with minds. I love it.

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  16. Oh fabulous, it's a jive! The words themselves giggle and collide, it's lovely.

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  17. Please feel free to share 1 to 3 poems with our potluck poetry today, first time participants could use old poems or poems unrelated to our theme, Thanks..
    Happy Monday!

    keep it up..
    love your talent as always.

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