You saw smiles behind every corner
chasing them with your butterflies net
frustrated
at their seeping through the densely woven nylon mesh
delighted
at their entangling in your hair
like dangling grapes on fluttering vines.
You found a pebble
hardly big enough for your right toe’s tip
and you started dancing on it
the most complex of classical ballet moves
and craziest of rappical break-dance contortions
then pulled me in as well,
God knows where you found place,
forcing the wildness of a devilish cha cha cha
into the depravity of a smelting tango.
You pulled your hair up to a bun
and your clothes down to your feet
offering the shower’s needles a steaming death
upon the volcanic plains of your body
and inside those burning craters of a flesh
tendering to non existent gods
the alms of your passion.
You sang
half an octave lower than right
and I sang
half an octave higher than right
our average just right
for finishing off the repertoires of Morandi
and Del Monaco and Cinquetti,
the walls cursed into immobility by the witch of Builders Guild
screaming their sufferance with immobile calx tears
and shivering candelabra.
We made love, finally,
the destiny of a world forming pearls in our mouths
as we swapped grains of time
and patrimonies of tempest
and legacies of skin.
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"Prolegomenon" - you made this Afrikaans woman look up the meaning of that word, Joe - as always i learn from you, my friend. Hmmmm... a preliminary remark/foreword - I sense some word play there and somehow you made me think of foreplay - must be the stimulating quality and the intensity of this poem
As always you impress with the richness of your voice, the visuals, the vocabulary and the originality of your poetry - and this poem is no exception. This is poetry-in-motion, the dance of mind, body and soul. Indeed this makes me feel like dancing too, lol.
Simply great poetry - thank you so much for leading us in this passionate dance.
~ Nicolette
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and here i thought only Steve Martin and Elaine from Seinfeld danced like that. lol
but i suppose our mating rituals and dances grow progressively more complex for a reason.
i loved the complexity of this piece, its references, and its tongue-in-cheek hubba hubba whirlaway lightness.
thank you for this stimulating entry
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No comment for this beauty. I just want to dance... and dance.
~Sonja~
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Ummm...listed & bookmarked, Scribe. Other than that...pretty much speechless, stunned & impressed, yet again. Good luck in Nic's contest...everybody else. 
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