"vigors" poems
Concinnity of rapid motion in balance and proportion,
round the ballroom, like the synchronized frequency
of vibration in a crystal quartz. Whirling contortion
of bodies embraced in movement's revealing intimacy.
They are partners. They are dancers. They are lovers
wantonly stoking libido's hot glowing embers;
promenade affirming keen awareness to the vigors
of the steps, footfalls and technique of its pretenders.
Gown and tux attired, passionate accessories to the cult;
merengue, fox-trot, rhumba, abandonment's fertility rites
to gods and goddesses, danced with such elegant result,
they are immortalized in time --- divine service to the night.
Jul 17, 2012
Jul 17, 2012 at 7:46 PM UTC
I still feel all the vigors
And my mind is still sore
But my heart is too frail
To feel anything
I still hear voices at night
Or maybe it is just the sound
Of your voice
Sweetly calling my name
I still feel those chills
Or maybe it is just the longingness
Between the spaces
Of my fingers
I still look at my walls
As if my sight can strike against it
So steady and deep
With the sharp thoughts I have
I cannot tell what it is
But if there is something
That makes it hard for one to breathe
That is exactly it
We all get it
Hangovers
And the worst ones you get
Comes when you love
Mar 15, 2016
Mar 15, 2016 at 6:46 AM UTC