Free Verse

She Danced Alone

The lights dimmed
She materialized on stage standing
Graceful and still
Music begin to play
She let the sound flow through her
Eyes closed she became music
Slowly lifting one elegant arm from
It’s resting place by her side
She teased the crowd with her moves
Precision in each step had them
Holding their breath
Giving and taking until she thought
They’d had enough
Her long legs she’d thrust out
Head held high she was truly
A diva
Swirling around her dress mesmerized
As it performed about her body
In fluent movement dancing in
And out circling her swaying hips
Exquisiteness to look at
Exciting to witness her
Beautiful performance
She inflamed all those that observed 
She stared looking straight into their hearts
 Commanding respect
She’d danced till blood filled
Her shoes
Pouring out her heart and soul
One tear drop hung on her
Eyelash
Gradually the music died away
Silence overwhelmed
She stood serene holding her breath
A single red rose landed at her feet







Lap Dance




Nervous looking over his shoulder
Didn’t know what he actually thought
He might see
Still he kept looking
 He walked into the club
Didn’t know what to expect
Every night was different
Sat down wondering why
In the world he was there again
A question he asked himself
Every time
The answer always the same
Lights dimmed music began
To play loud and raunchy
Had the walls vibrating
Color lights started to spin
 As the women
Took to the stage
Sweat begin to appear on his forehead
Great drops rolling down the
Sides of his cheeks
Quickly he wiped it away as
Beautiful bodies paraded in front of him
He took in a deep breath
Still in his mind questioning his presence
In this sinful place
All his life he was told to stay away from
Den of iniquity
She stood in front of him gyrating up and down
Threw one leg over his shoulder so
Close he smelled her scent
He leaned back
She moved in closer
Removed her leg from around his head
And sat down in his lap
Nature began to stir
As she did her dance
Provocative, erotic
Secretly he was a masochist seeking
To find his high
Each night he came
Each night he felt the
Same self loathing
She leaned into him more
He forgot all about
What his mother always told him
Throwing his head back he
Let out a wild animal cry
As he let the music and
The women do to him
Things he’d never imagined
And like all the nights before
 The music would come to a stop
And he would come back to his senses
Looking into the woman eyes
He saw the face of his mother
Threw a few dollars at her
And ran
He ran and
He ran
Hearing the devil laughing in
His head
Feeling sick to his stomach
He let go of his dinner
In the back of an alley
Wiped his mouth on the back of his coat
Sleeve and leaned against the
Cold brick wall
All this for a lap dance
He felt dirty
His soul violated
Head down he continued on
To his home
Put the key in the door
It opened in slow motion
What he saw made him
Stop…….

Tangible




Transcending poverty
Aggressively defending freedom
Nonexistent entity
Gratuitous inferiority is a label
Inflicted upon
Bowed head to supremacy
Lift my face to the sun
Eradicate the pain that is so
                                         Tangible

Bitter Taste of Honey



Jazz band playing in the back ground
Tears making their round
Her voice carried around the club
As she poured her heart out in song
Everyone sat mesmerized
Ridding each note along with her
Captivated by her beauty


Her soul was raw
Enthralled they sat on edge
Of their seats inhaling the scent
Of her perfume mixed in with smoke
In her tale she sung of a man she
Loved how he became her heaven
And earth
He was her laughter and pain
Still she loved him even more
At night he made love like an angel
But it was the devil she saw in the light
You take the good with the bad
And regrets you drowned in a bottle
Of eyes wide shut
People shouted from their seats
Urging her on
Women relating to her song
Wiped away flow of tears
Men were moved by the
Honesty of her words the truth



She sang in each verse
When the music faded into
The night she quietly bowed
Her head and whispered
“Bitter taste of honey” and
vanished from the stage

















Flame


Lying on her bed staring up at the mirror above her
Making a provocative picture of a woman hungry to be loved
She ran a hand up her thigh pretending it
To be that of a lover
She moaned deep in her throat as her hand
Reached for that hush-hush spot
She rolled over onto her stomach and cursed
Herself for the loneliness she felt
She didn’t have to be lonely
Plenty of men were willingly
To share her bed
Some were so infatuated offering
Marriage or placated her
With the temptation of being
Their mistress
But she was tired of the game
She wanted something more
With substance
Superficial men were a bore
And boredom kills
Rolling onto her side she curled
Up into a fetal position
Her body was a blaze
How long had it been
Since she’d lain with a man
Throbbing inside wouldn’t let up
As hard as she tried to divert
Her attention else where
It always came back to that
Sexual fire burning
She was at war with herself
Feeling lonely desiring something
Of substance and the need
To be fulfilled
Darkness slowly settled around
The room
She liked the night
The enticing secrets it held
Reaching for the near empty
Bottle of Pinot Noir she poured
The remainder in her wine glass
Slowly sipping the liquor warming
Her insides making her earlier
Mood vanish
What was this foolishness she was feeling?
Reaching for her phone she dialed
A familiar number
On first ring it answered
Purring like a kitten into the receiver
She waited for a response
Smiling she ended the call
In the darkness she waited for
Her lover to come and release her
Sexual pain
Sometimes the need is just too great
And common sense strives after the wind
 Nature has to be answered refusing
To be ignored



Merry Go Round

He lounged in his car and observed  

Her from a distance
As he did each day like a
 Premeditated decision
Followed her every where she went
He wore his love for her like a badge for suckers
Would do anything she wanted
Her lap dog she so often called him
He let her rub him and pat him on his head
A good boy doing his job
He didn’t mind his manhood
Was in question
A price he willingly paid for
A small taste of her sweet morsel
Any crumb of affection she offered
She was enticing true enough
She wasn’t a great beauty and her
Body wasn’t all that much
But yet she beheld something
That kept drawing him in
Sitting there looking through his
Binoculars’ he saw her talking to a man
She tossed her head back laughing
Deep and hard
At something he’d said
She looked around as if she
Sensed his presence
He ducked down low in his seat
Still keeping her in his view
The man walked away from her
Not before slipping something into her hand
She continued on her way
Meticulously he trailed her until she
Was lost in the crowd
He knew he had to stop this insanity
But didn’t know how
Evening rolled around he knocked at her door
She let him in placing a cool kiss across
His expecting lips
She pulled him closer rubbing
 Sensually against him
He’d come to get answers but
His thoughts went astray
Pulling her tighter feeling the beat
 Of her heart quicken
Somewhere in his mind he thought
 About questioning her
Then she purred those words
 He loved to hear in his ear
Dirty, filthy, words a woman
Shouldn’t speak; he desired to hear
Tomorrow he thought, he’d put an end
To this merry go round
But for tonight he’d ride it just one more time……….








Those Eyes



She sat alone watching the comings
 And goings of patrons
Her eyes followed their movements
With curious intensity
Taking a sip of her wine from over the rim
She caught the gaze of a young man
Tilting her head to the side she smiled
To him with her eyes
Desire pooled in her irises
With coyness she batted her lashes
Flirtatiousness in each flutter
She looked away then back
Color of her eyes adapting to her mood
Going from vibrant blue to passion purple
She gave him her ‘come hither’ look
Smoldering embers in their profundity
He couldn’t resist
Sitting across from her he continued to stare
Drowning in her limpid voyeurism
Such a beautiful woman with eyes he couldn’t describe
 Eyes that were telling him a story
Weaving a spell her gaze was an invitation
To heaven maybe a little bit of hell
He leaned in closer to get a better look
Could have sworn he saw angels in their depth
There was a hint of laughter in her gaze
Pulling him in even further
Those eyes of hers he couldn’t turn away from
Something about them was so powerful
Provocative, dangerous
Her eyes danced over his body
A chill of forbidden passion crawled along his spine
She glanced down and slowly lifted her eyes to
Meet his asking a question
Answering he stood taking her hand
Leading her away from the crowd
Outside the quiet of the night greeted them
He turned to gaze into those eyes
What he saw terrified him
Too late he was her prisoner
She’d never spoken a word
Her eyes vocalized everything she wanted
And it was his soul