Poetry in Motion

she moves slowly,
softly like a fallen whisper.
swaying freely,
uninhibited.....
her hips draped in color,
flowing silk scarves,
caress her dancing frame.
head hung back,
hair falling in fluid motion.
hands caress the empty air,
arms enticing.....
beckoning.
flesh hiding then appearing,
sighing, lips parting,
eyes closing...
she is, Poetry in Motion!

~fin~
Jan '99