Seconds Before the Dance

Seconds Before the Dance

A Poem by Shelly Bell
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the second poem in a new series I am working on.

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Bowel lips excrete
foul mouths fume
blush flake covered reflections
gossip faucets flow
 
Nakedness revered as price
In here I'm safe
just woman
in tiny
tight
common clothes
wishing to tuck awareness
into tiny
tight
common corners.
 
Exotic hinges fling
Erotic latches click
Vanity swishes
destiny dangling from my tonsils.
seconds away from mockery
 
thoughts bouncing
off walls.
into my pocket.
The pleasure quarters are waiting.

This time it's worth it.
I enter as a starving artist.
I exit as a well fed harlot.

© 2010 Shelly Bell


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Shelly Bell
Shelly Bell

Alexandria, VA



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