Private Dancer
He’s her private dancer
he enchants her
his fluid limbs romance her
She’s obsessed
her soul he possess
his movements undress
Power is obscured
he never says a word
but she is always lured
He’s paid to fulfil her whim
but she’d do anything for him
he’s away, her lights go dim
One day he doesn’t show
her jealousy aglow
“Where is he”? she wants to know
She raises his fee
doesn’t see the irony
thinks “he’s dancing only for me”
Today he doesn’t dance for her
she can see to him it’s a chore
he doesn’t do an encore
She knows its his swan song
to another he belong
to cage him, wrong
She swallows every pill
in her mind he’s dancing for her still
she pays his last bill
He was her private dancer
his last dance lance her
deep sleep enchants her
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Comments
Greetings Susan,
This is a gorgeous poem, a lady in waiting for the dance of her life, though he's, no longer hers to control,nothing last forever, promises made, should be never, for his wings may be clipped or fold.Now nothings left but to move on.... Very nice job...
Kind regards,
JimÂ
Hi Jim your too kind to me glad you like it though your reading and commenting is much appreciated x
Though, comment was much deserved, just as it was, deserving to read....Very nice delivery by the writer....
Jim
thanks x
thank's for comment on my own woman.hey this is a piece of art this poem private dancer..you can come out with them susan lol.all the best tina
your very welcome as I said strong write glad you enjoyed this one thanks Susan x
I loved this line the most. Was lovely to read but sad.
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Hi Vanessa thanks glad you enjoyed x
ah this is one of mine I actually like so thanks Rachel cheers x