GUILTY?
so
i was seated before
she walked in
left…right…left…right
hips swaying
almost gyrating
in a slow story-telling motion
fitted by a desert-hot
shadowy short skirt
setting her legs free to feel EarthAirher feet angled to earth
on elevated heels
with a slopping tease
her toes almost kissed earth
with every one of her
pretentiously delicate steps
she had on a spaghetti top
lacy and windy
hanging just above her wavy navel
revealing skin so groomed
it makes a man kick
as she got closer
the bangles adorning her arms
rang a collourful mix
of purple, pink, yellow and green
she took a seat by the next table
with her spellbinding backside
arched to my wowed eyes
but before I could breathe in
the spread of collours
of the weave of beads
that circled her waist
she turned and arrested my spellbound eyes
and it was as though she wanted to ask:Guilty? or Not Guilty?
3 comments:
Guilty, guilty, guilty! Take me to jail! Arrestingly beautiful poem. Makes up for the long wait, no?
Nana,
place your hands ready for the cuffs...away to jail...hehehehehe
thanks for sharing...
This is so beautiful!
Reading the post I can actually see the picture of the whirlwind you are describing.
Hope you were not uprooted by the pwer of this tornado!
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