another crazy dance with Maria Pittsylvania:
she loves to Tango, Lambada, Kizomba -
always well-dressed, her steps are technically
choreographed, mechanically proficient.
The rhythm, the beat of the music determines
each step, each twirl, each bump, each groove:
but the melody stirs the heart, and you want
to peek into her eyes, cast a flirtatious glance, at least -
then the beat shifts, requiring a technical adjustment,
precision; and attention to the glance you seek
gets diverted to the mechanics of the dance, again –
and you know it’s OK, because Maria is an android
in a pretty pink body suit. And you think yourself
a knight in shining armor - this is Second Life, silly.
The poem looks great here Raymond and I am so honoured to hold the postcard in my collection! It's delightful to read all of your poems actually...
ReplyDeleteThrilled that you liked it. It was too much fun to write!
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