Born in the mateing of wind and heat,
sheathed in shimmering silver and silk,
flying feet, flickering fingers, waving arms,
her flame on the dance floor
ignited us all.
Musk scent at midnight,
pounding drums,
pulsing bodies,
whirling and laughing,
climax to come,
shattering shackles
her screaming,a birth pang,
consuming the ball.
About Ken Greenman
Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free!
Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
Poems by Ken 