The beat that my heart skipped
Trembles on your
Mambo-tango feet, words spill
sand, viscous solids, from your lips
A solvent for the solute of
Your partner's hips
The world is over, music drips
From cracks in the floor's
Skin, in fits and stops.
Claves snap on the titanic
roses flail as the storm hits
you dance, feet tripping and clumsy
Beneath you
The ceiling is lit, blazing planets
live, then die, the sky is torn
The mountains - pits, the seas are barren
The men admit
they were wrong, red buttons
torn from their sockets in rage and fits
You dance to it. The harsh cries, the trembling
floors, the reverberating lies of the land
as it fails, the ions crawling through their
eyes directly into the soul.
The beat that my heart lost
on its way to death, is stolen
by your arm as i follow it up to the sky, as I see the flick
of your hand and your face lit by quivering Impermenance...
Author notes
salsa- the idea that the heat from your feet can end the world...
A contest entry
- the first thing to spill off your tongue by Plastic Dreams.
460 points, ended April 24, 2008, 19 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - round contest #3 (anything) by serenity silvermoon.
600 points, ended May 7, 2008, 27 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest - Dance For Me by Celticmoon.
875 points, ended June 5, 2008, 9 entries
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Comments
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Your word choice is of utmost importance. right next to the large amount of alliteration and tangle of similar sounds. LOVED it. yes yes yes yes yes yes yes. beautiful flow. pictures welded themselves to each upcoming stanza.
I usually pull out pieces I really enjoyed the most, but this whole thing kept me well in line. You are the first to the finalist without a doubt.
stanza 2 and three. intrigue
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