PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Adolescent dancer, glide onto this page,

where you need not concede to any fears;

nor stoop to silly questions about your age---

that artifice of designation at all of eighteen years.

Clad only in sweatpants, feet and torso bare,

without the ungainly features of common-suited clothes,

that coif of long, straight, softly silken hair

in a profuse cascade, down to your slender waist, flows.

Each motion of your body---every posture, and step, and stance---

radiates like a star, in a choreographer's  cosmology;

rhythmic, you move through the delicate lines of dance

of an ancient, exquisitely erotic, translated poetry.

Haters' fury will be confined to shadowed, steel-barred cage

when you premiere your beauty on a private, and pastel, stage.

Starward