The Dancer- Poem by Bob Almodovar

“The Dancer”
By Robert Almodovar

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The music peaked with white-hot notes
That scorched the air and bade those bodies
To gyrate in flares and twirls.

The wooden floor enhanced the sound of
Heels as if to give applause and praise
so they would hear that all is going well.

On center stage, a figure flowed in full control of
All the hearts of all the men that begged for
Just a glance, perhaps a smile to make their day.

And as she turned, a smile appeared with
Fire dripping from her eyes that sent the
Music fever high then tumbling to a crashing end.

Then laughter’s echoes in the halls soon faded into
Memories as hard realities replaced
The feather-light buoyancy of that night.

The fire in her eyes cooled as she gazed into
Far away places and days of struggle, sweet with
Hope and promise of eternal bliss.

Now time for chores and obligations that
Lay before her like steps beneath her feet,
And define her adequate existence.

Thoughts of the next getaway fill her head
As she turns the key and enters to realize
How cold a house can feel when love is not at home.

*Photo Credits: photo by V О И on flickr