Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ ✧ An Angel Moment ✧ In Romancing the Flames© ballroom dance fantasy “Ermine and Black Leather,” an aging dancer enters the ballroom apprehensively, finding herself emboldened as her philosophical cocoon drops away to reveal the music, friends, poetry, inspiration, and new prospects for spiritual relationships that reinvent and reshape her dream… DreamSculptr ღ™
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Ermine and Black Leather ♥ Gabrielle’s Song
Vintage Siberian ermine
wraps my shimmering bare shoulder
The furry white cloud lands at my feet, leaving me a bit colder
rendering me a shade bolder
I whirl into a mêlée erupting on the polished teak dance floor
tugging on my raven bodice of crystalline turquoise décor…
A sleek feather mask
covered in freshwater pearls blazing
conceals my face from strangers’ strident ballroom gazing
lacking a warm celebrity praising
Tonight I’m choosing my own dance partner for a masquerade
as handsome friend Jonah walks into the high-flung promenade.
An emerald sport coat
accents Jonah’s dark tan masculinity
“Yo, Mister Peacock. Care for a spin?” I drool, viewing his virility
and loathing his conceited proclivity
“Shore, Blackbird; tell me, how to melt your icy esprit de corps?”
“Preening feathers, Jonah? With kindness, it’s a musical score.”
Jonah finesses like a Jazz King
spins me, whirling into a sizzling Swing
With frantic twirls, kicks, and cuddles he ignites my heart to blazing
adrenalin is pumping, ears ringing
Faces blur into backlit clouds, fiery ginger flames rise ever higher
My flashing feet take wing and my hair tingles trying to catch fire.
Jonah shudders, halts mid air
though reluctant to relinquish, he stares
then staggers out an open door careening heavily over patio stairs
arrogance driving his conceited airs
ranting and wailing through a new prickly potted cactus paramour
while I continue dancing, oblivious to menacing tilt on the dance floor.
Dancers run from a creature
hidden as rising platforms draw together
A figure appears, wrapped entirely in sensuous soft black leather
not altogether good for hot weather
clinging to musculature like a sacred Selkie skin rugged and brash
whirling at me through mist while snare drums roar, cymbals crash.
Soaring trombones surrender
to the vibrant sway of tremulous violins
My handkerchief hemline dances furiously, levitating silken skin
spinning in place under his grin
Offers me the Holy Grail of Eternal Youth overflowing his flask
I shrink noticeably as he consumes my appearance sans mask.
Breathless, he draws me inside
deeply embracing my fine wordless feather
waltzes me out to sea sporting harmonious and melodic tether
willing arms link, locking eyes together
Floats me down a lazy southern river, regal and allowably proud
whisks me onto a makeshift raft soaring high o’er stormy clouds.
“Alone together at last, Gabrielle”
he whispers, nibbling a stimulated earlobe
I cannot believe an exciting Dionysian god adores my wardrobe
desiring my fondly affectionate strobe
His sultry voice draws me to a far-flung vineyard within dreams
my rebellious, ready heart humming a passionate Opus Extreme.
With an underhand turn, he whips
the elegant nightclub into high-stepping frenzy
I flip head over heels and slide across the dance floor on bent knees
as he launches his scintillating appeal
“How about Argentine Tango, Milady?” begs my daring dark knight
“Anytime,” I pant. “Dear, darling Richard, shall we wait ‘til tonight?
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Fifth in the Romancing the Flames© series for my romantic friends…
Original work based loosely on a fictional short story performed live in February 2013
DreamSculptr ღ™ Poetry series by Carolyn Tody © 6/12/2013. All rights reserved.
~♥~ Ballroom dancing is easy to love. This elegant sport requires more footwork than most freestyle dances, carrying the potential for a vigorous workout with a sense of soaring through the air in partial symbiosis with another person. https://www.facebook.com/Carolyn.Tody.Author, http://cactusrose.wordpress.com/