Your curves caress the carousel ride
as you dance with whirlwind arms
weaving the picture of your slender hips' song--
urging my statued smile to break
my face open in love-longing-looks,
lusting to be in the picture you have drawn.
Reel me in by the tip of my tongue
as you shake in celestial communion
under a canopy of jealous eyes,
blinking and winking at your every move,
your hypnotic lures, you brilliant temptation:
a Venus dancing through the eve of my mind.
Your eyes enchant with an ascending descant
floating high above my dissonant urge.
My eyes retreat from an alluring beat,
which resonates the pounding of my heart.
From my broken image, a sound begins to surge--
the echoes of your swan song from a world apart.
This river, my dream, only lasts so long.
I wake to hear only echoes from your song.
*A Marcus Crutcher poem