Ashli
Movement III: Ode To Ashli
Radiant blue and glorious red
Shocked into an indifferent mind,
Causing eyes to be helplessly led
With every slight gesture to find
Beauty tantalizingly revealed
In youthfully lithe and supple form;
Whose poses few could dare to hope wield
And none else successfully perform
With such amazing predilection
For rhythm’s absolute perfection.
From breathtaking slow undulation
To stormy violent pirouette,
Each an erotic distillation
Cast into infinite silhouette;
A complexly layered symphony
Composed of tempered moves and pauses,
Orchestrated to one melody
That almost effortlessly causes
The hushed atmosphere to tightly wind
And tension build in every mind.
Prismatic lights shine on lustrous skin
Which exotic’ly glistens and gleams
From the volcanic heat trapped within;
And has endless reflection, it seems,
In the beads of sweat on fevered brows
And in the gaze of mesmerized eyes
Aglow with a fire the dance did rouse,
Which febrile minds at last recognize
As music’s beat bows to dancer’s will
Until all comes to a full standstill.
This, the spell cast into fertile ground,
The enchanted depths of my lost heart,
While her images whirl ’round and ’round
Doing their ineluctable part
In all corners of my captured mind,
With the power of visual voice,
Till at last I cannot help but find
That I truly have no other choice
But loudly and unabashedly
Proclaim the name of my love: Ashli!