4.25.2005

. . . and you turn yourself around . . .

o proud left foot, that ventures quick within,
then soon upon a backward journey lithe.
anon, once more the gesture, then begin:
command sinistral pedestal to writhe.
commence thou then the fervid hokey-poke,
a mad gyration, hips in wanton swirl.
to spin! a wilde release form heavens yoke.
blessed dervish! surely canst go, girl.
the hoke, the poke – banish now thy doubt.
verily, i say, ’tis what it’s all about.

3 comments:

mar said...

*snicker*

busy girl, you!

amo said...

did you read my quote o' the week?
how apropos is that?
;)

mar said...

always.
my current project is reading. eons to catch up on, so i'm doing one contemporary paired with some classics. (at the moment, the time traveler's wife & some chekhov)