She walks with music in her sole,
a 4/4 swagger in bluegrass jeans.
Her heart beats a salsa
and her eyes talk of tango.
She keeps the time by making it,
takes the lead and let’s you follow.
Her words whisper waltz
but they read like rumba.
No timid, tepid two-step,
her lips are dirty dancers.
02/05/2012 at 22:36
I really like this, especially the line: and her eyes talk of tango.
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02/05/2012 at 23:04
Thanks. Not really sure what I was going for in all this, just trying to sell the rhythm I guess 🙂
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02/05/2012 at 23:08
you sold it!
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24/05/2012 at 00:39
clever written poem!
Ciao, Francina
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