Black Poetry : Spanish Dancer

Amun-Ra

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In the smoky darkness, my features were hidden
except for the amber glow of chain smoked cigarettes
and the spit-shined toes of hand-tooled leather slip-ons.
Jose Quervo, a solitary shot glass and me,
all sit empty at the table, waiting for my Spanish dancer.

A cone of smoke streaked incandescence revealed
a small stage waiting to feel the soft stroke of smooth slippers.
A guitar strummed the air and she appeared,
shoulders bare, arms diamond gracefully over her head.
Jet hair pulled tight, her lids snapped open beaming black heat.

Beneath the flared and split carmine sheath,
smooth copper began to flow rhythmically, wantonly.
A flash red swirls, floats, stirs the warm strings and my blood,
lifting my heart, quaking my soul, freeing my passion.
Quervo numbness flees, ashamed and embarrassed
as onyx eyes lock to mine, puncturing my pain
releasing it in a swirl of crimson color and clicking castanets
as my ardor awaits patiently, for my Spanish dancer.

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VIVID !!

Bro. Amun Ra this piece is tight ...excellent execution of mood creation...I Quote you...

her lids snapped open beaming black heat....
Spanish Dancer....Amun Ra

..this line alone brought me into the room with your vision,
face to face and soul to soul with her...in my minds eye...she was right there, music and sounds of her footsteps along with the smoky room...

EXCELLENT WORK !!!

On A Continuous Journey
GYPSYMAN
 

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