Dance Like God is Watching
Testify
I would never dare to
Move my body
In the disrespectful
Reserved tipsy way
One might
If you embarrassingly
Pretended
People weren’t watching
♡˙⋆☽🩰☾ ⋆˙♡
Every hallowed motion
Must be a swan dive
For the most high
A testimony
Before the angels
♡˙⋆☽🩰☾ ⋆˙♡
I am fully committed
To the accurate representation
Of every striking moment
Each puncture wound
Siphoning my spirit
♡˙⋆☽🩰☾ ⋆˙♡
Each telling movement
Must strike just as hard
Creating clean lines
And flowing transitions
♡˙⋆☽🩰☾ ⋆˙♡
Every staggering step
Every flying leap into a
Controlled crashing roll
All played out in service
To proving the truth of my life
♡˙⋆☽🩰☾ ⋆˙♡
An unwavering
Turn-set is the ticket
The answer to
The gavel's snapping
♡˙⋆☽🩰☾ ⋆˙♡
If that’s not enough
Maybe a lighter touch
Skimming burrees
Tears flowing freely in silence
♡˙⋆☽🩰☾ ⋆˙♡
Arms fluttering
Like the dove
What more could be required
For a soul to take flight?
♡˙⋆☽🩰☾ ⋆˙♡
My last trick
Is no trick at all
It has a name
Floor-work
But you could say I crawl
♡˙⋆☽🩰☾ ⋆˙♡
On hands and knees
Spread flat
Supine and kicking
Screaming
To the heavens in
Frustration and
Beggardly anger
♡˙⋆☽🩰☾ ⋆˙♡
How many times must I call
With full body pleadings
Before my plight is viewed
Heard by the cosmic court
Of heavenly beings
♡˙⋆☽🩰☾ ⋆˙♡
I will continue my recital
Daily
Until the performance
Is taken to stage
♡˙⋆☽🩰☾ ⋆˙♡
Persistence
My virtue
Verity
My cage
K.B. Silver
About the Creator
K.B. Silver
K.B. Silver has poems published in magazine Wishbone Words, and lit journals: Sheepshead Review, New Note Poetry, Twisted Vine, Avant Appa[achia, Plants and Poetry, recordings in Stanza Cannon, and pieces in Wingless Dreamer anthologies.
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