It's Friday night
I could be out dancing the night away
instead the hot wood stove is singing it's song
as snow falls to the earth
piling up in inches
an arctic storm brews
and is heading our way
Still some dresses are made for dancing
swaying
and twirling
some dresses
are worn and meant to be swirled
in the arms of a man
slinking about the thighs of a woman
I could be out dancing the night away
instead the hot wood stove is singing it's song
as snow falls to the earth
piling up in inches
an arctic storm brews
and is heading our way
Still some dresses are made for dancing
swaying
and twirling
some dresses
are worn and meant to be swirled
in the arms of a man
slinking about the thighs of a woman
expressing the passion and joy
of a song
mixed with the heat
between
smiles
and
dips
dresses
and
dancing
yes
dresses
and dancing
of a song
mixed with the heat
between
smiles
and
dips
dresses
and
dancing
yes
dresses
and dancing
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Dancing with the North Winds: nice.
ReplyDeleteIndeed, some dresses are just made to swirl and dance any time anywhere! I used to dance around my lounge room with a huge bear (huge toy bear)when I felt inspired! Great photo and poem!
ReplyDeleteYes! Dresses and dancing! Soulfully potent. :)
ReplyDeleteLovely poems and wonderful photos :)
ReplyDeleteLove your poem especially the final lines. Good photo, too. Sincerely, Connie
ReplyDeleteDancing is in the air EVERYWHERE it seems! (Well ... almost everywhere.)
ReplyDeletewhat a great photo. it really caught my eye, and the poetry isn't bad either. good job!
ReplyDeleteLovely dress swirling on a Friday night. Brings back great memories(only I was wearing jeans in stead of a dress.
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