I love the dance.
Swaying waltzes of continuous loops,
jagged tangos that curve hither, thither.
I skim reflections for tiny shadows.
I scout for partners to entice and woo.
A speck draws closer, sashaying promise:
a mosquito in black, the jig is on!
My silver-mesh blades tap out the music,
flittering notes that compel him to twirl.
I wiggle. I turn. I dance him breathless,
my limbs outstretched for the final embrace.
We smooch a while as I pucker my lips:
we kiss. Now the fool lays slick on my tongue.
Oh, how I love the dance.
This is the fourth of a series of poems about the life-cycle of the dragonfly: the predator. I wrote them for the final assignment of my creative writing course. Any and all comments welcome.
Categories: Just Poetry