Dance with me

Stillness of a rose,
your betraying body lurks,
I move, part afraid.

Delicate as love,
the rose bud unveils itself,
waiting for your touch.

I move towards you,
bringing my feet on tip-toes,
following your beats.

Oranges and pinks,
my dress spins about the floor,
needy for your charms.

I advance faster,
move into the centre now,
come and dance with me.

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Comments

rl murdoch | July 13, 2009 - 14:08

Very nice Beeme. I am intrigued how you have used dance to define love.
RL Murdoch

Beeme | July 13, 2009 - 14:27

Thanks RL Murdoch,Glad you enjoyed and thanks for thinking up this weeks inspiration point.

Best Wishes,
Beeme.

rl murdoch | July 13, 2009 - 14:59

Last Thursday I sent Tony the phrase for inspiration point then I had the idea for "Come Dance With Me" which I posted Friday. See what you think of it when you get time?
Thanks
RL Murdoch

Beeme | July 13, 2009 - 15:08

I just went and read "Come Dance With Me". I think personally that it is excellent, the continuous use of the phrase, makes your writing come alive. You use so many lovely images at the pond, I liked the dragonfly dipping in to quench its thirst. It was a great read, very mesmerizing. Great work.

Beeme

rl murdoch | July 13, 2009 - 15:11

Thanks.
My youngest daughter read it and said she found it very soothing. Very different from the one about Depression.

RL Murdoch

sarah wilson | July 13, 2009 - 16:57

And it's inspired me to have a go at the IP. Lovely Beeme. Sarah x

sarah wilson | July 13, 2009 - 16:57

And it's inspired me to have a go at the IP. Lovely Beeme. Sarah x

Beeme | July 13, 2009 - 17:10

ha! ha! Thank you and I'm glad, looking forward to reading it. x

Nolan | June 6, 2010 - 13:04

I went to a dance school once I wasn’t a success story haha!

Beeme | June 6, 2010 - 13:33

I went to one ballet lesson when I was younger and never went back, they were very snobish haha!

Nolan | June 7, 2010 - 17:26

Those guys relieved me of a lot of cash but I must admit the teachers were very sexy. There were competitions, and exams too. They didn’t mind me around but I got only one compliment ever “good heels!”

“I move towards you,
bringing my feet on tip-toes,
following your beats.“
“I advance faster,
move into the centre now,
come and dance with me.“

Your poem sounds like a Rumba. It’s a very passionate dance- provided you can actually dance. Ja so that was the dance “club”. Should rather have bought a car on hp my chances would have been better. Though in that case, I guess it was a blessing in disguise.

Cheers! Nolan
(A fool and his money are parted sooner or later).