The beauty of another can be intimidating |
Tall and slender, In white pants Sprinkled with sequins That sparkled without gaudiness, And a top to match, She moved with her partner To the parquet In front of the band. Black, cropped hair Accentuated the white ensemble, She passed under the arm Of her partner. Then swayed in time With the rhythm. The music began pounding, pulsing And she danced - Oh, how she danced! No spotlight was needed For she radiated. Others served merely as bit players, Supporting cast for the diva. Her back upright and straight, A music box ballerina, Chin up-tilted in aloftness and confidence, Lower back arched To emphasize buttocks, An arm freed Of her partner stretched In graceful extention, Wrist flexed To extended fingers, Held in place a moment For our appreciation, Then withdrawn In sweeping movement To flow into continuous motion Of turns and postures, Performed by her svelte figure With hips and legs And arms and shoulders - Harmonized beauty - This Lady in White. We knew, in comparison, We would appear As plowboys Plodding with bare feet So we sat, Intimidated. rlkilgore |