Denise

Despertar 2
By RD Armstrong

She dances naked except for a red blanket
which she holds in her arms
like a partner
She Tangoes around the room
her left arm, high
her right hand, low
flipping the red hem
back and forth
much the way
flamenco dancers
flirt with the crowd
showing an ankle
a calf
maybe even a thigh
she is showing me
more.

Her pale skin
like butter melting
muscles rippling
beneath
the red blanket
a flag draped limply
on a windless day
the air in her studio apartment
too dense to breath deeply
a shape of sunlight
creeps up my leg
warming as it progresses
as I lay on her bed
at one with this day
at peace with the world
at least for a while
at least till this dance
is over.

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