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Night Dancer

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Her ankles move
like tufts of string,
a rhythm unravels
in the smooth
skipping of her feet.

The dress defies
its frame of threads,
a gown painted,
chromatic shards
drip beauty like
a morning petal.

And her fingers
dissolve the colors,
sweep each ray
in curling waves
across the darkened
pupil of night.
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  1. 's Avatar
    "chromatic shards" - wow! I sense the movement in this poem, and the richness of the language and the colours. That last stanza is brilliant.
  2. Il Penseroso's Avatar
    thanks fifth. the last lines I added recently, and basically jon and blp can be thanked for the inspiration