Lucidly, he whispers nothings as sweet as the coke you mix with rum
Glancing at her lips, chapped, his thoughts float forward to when the evening’s done
To later, when she’ll likely cater to his every wish
Providing he doesn’t spoil this delicate dish with
See, his logic holds large holes like the pores of his nose,
But she sits silently unseeing, blinded by his apparent freedom
and aching for anything, anyone, to bring a change.
Nice poem…I like that it rhymes. So much of the modern poetry I’ve read doesn’t do that. To me, a poem is a song of sorts; and HOW it sounds when read is just as important as the written words.
Thanks for stopping by my blog and for the follow. I like what I’ve found here and will definitely be back.
I love the title because it truly is the dance of the ages, a dance that will never end. A dance for which, alas, the steps always escaped me. Your poem brought those memories back, but in those good ways that good poems do. Thanks.
I do appreciate this poem. I do not like it. that is what I appreciate about it!
I love how the initial focus is on the man but it eventually brings out and highlights the emotional and mental state of the woman. While reading the poem, I felt that there was a distinct categorisation of the ‘predator’ and the ‘victim’ here. It is a dance of seduction and that of deception- one that you have described in a very sensitive and eloquent fashion.
Really interesting read, thanks 🙂
There’s an aching loneliness to that somehow. Maybe it’s just me. I liked it though. Makes me kinda sad, but I still liked it. Thanks.
Really enjoyed this poem—your writing brought vivid imagery and feeling to life within me. Thanks so much also for your follow of Heart of Life Poetry, it’s a compliment.