DYANA

Bent upon cleansing the
man who followed Her
She had dynamite strapped
to Her body, ready to light
the fuse, and run away
Pausing with thought
only to check the charges
making sure they were intact
 
He was incessant
Knowing Her every move, it seemed
But he had been warned, follow
to the very t
 
Dancing was a Love, they shared
there was always
Grace and style to this
as there is to any Art.
Hours spent practicing
days savored in learning,
There was nothing Juilliard
could teach them, street-wise
versus culture, they had
more culture than any Count
could measure anyways.
Breathing instep won awards
 
He had the schedule laid out
thinking, as sly as he was
He could best Guess Her
plans of attack, forecasting weather
 
She saw him a mile away
sticking out like a sore thumb
there was no getting past Her
She made sure of this
They made eye contact for a second in time
This was to be it She said
lit the fuse, and held Her breath
Finally, She was blowing this town

Reviews

[The dark story]

i like the way the story is been penned here and the vivid imagery is so awesome ..it's a sublime piece of writing!!
though i have a question for you:
"to the very t "...what does this means..would you please tell me...and sorry but i'm a little stupid so i couldn't get it!!

[Souladareatease]

Thank You for the kind comments:) much appreciated...to the T is a slang meaning...to follow to the EXACT rule or means of the acheivement of whatever task is laid before you.

[AYVID N]

A great story told with such intrigue, keeping the reader involved and engaged till the final end. You are an avid story teller and it was a pleasure reading this exquisite poetry!

Keep penning!

[Souladareatease]

Thank You kindly for the read and kind remarks, it was a sporadic write, but borne from inspiration!!!

[AYVID N]

Yes, I can see, it's an inspired piece. Very vividly images conjured up. Thanks, it was a pleasure reading it.