Joel Fountain
Stories (5/0)
MISS YOU
You know what I miss, Miss? I miss dancing with you. My soul sparked. My rhythm was engaged in syncopation you made my world stop when you swayed with conviction my vixen my queen my muze, Miss, you, I miss you and the way you breathed with me elevating my chest with full expansion realeasing me so i could exhale before the pressure of your presence took me off my feet i saw you. A shiloutte filled to the brim my foxy lady you had me feeling, like a feeling screaming for attention, i wanted your attention. So i peacocked like topdawg with a main fit for a king with pride beyound silver, my game was golden because the challenge you posed was and still is legendary. I cracked under pressure. Unware of the vigour required To keep up with your two step The 3rd was a fools errand on my behalf Clearly i never walked before. I only knew dancing. How Miss, oh How I miss dancing with you But even more I regret not learning to walk.
By Joel Fountain3 years ago in Poets
Grace
As she twirled in her black sun dress, under the moonlit sky, my heart flew to the heavens! I was mesmerized not by the slight giggle she made as her lips smiled or the fact that her eyes met mine and I could see behind the barrier that philosophers call the physical, Or the glow of her brown coloured skin that ambered from the light from the campfire. It was her gracefulness. As she danced to the music, she moved smoothly across from her side, where her marshmallow stick sat next to her cup of tea.
By Joel Fountain6 years ago in Poets