VOYEUR

She lights up the room

Purposefully and barefaced

Indifferent to nightlife, donning a posture suitable for exposed shoulders.

The air fuels her tightly-fit gown—the color of Indian corn.

Like a curved banister, her hips gracefully escort your eyes, long after you pass

Her notoriety is on spectacle; agile talents she brings to brighten the display.

A stage performer

Disposed to wanton spontaneity, employed for a time at a cabaret.

Hers is a dance made scalable, an acquisition for the patron’s desire

A rhythm naked of words, taught by the ancients and rehearsed for centuries

Anonymous—she bribes the imagination

Alone

The kind of alone you feel, when most afraid.

You watch

Her physique, amorously tone, leaves a larcenous taste in your mind

As if tethered discretely to outside her open bedroom window

Enamored, the voyeur continues, not the slightest unnerved.

Watching her practice an Island dance routine, her next ballerina pirouette

A pose that is sometimes hypnotic, sometimes immobile; the allure is always the same.

Cavorting is one of many enticing endowments. Radiant, a foretaste of incandescence

Her gradual cadence rivals a narcotic, administered by loose ends and twists

Predictably untamed—a jungle predator

Masterful

A primitive rumba choreographed for yours, for theirs, and for everyone's impromptu pleasure.

Your eyes speak but fail to overstate the monologue seen living in her exotic expression

Dripping perspiration, her dance renews with slaloms upon slaloms of sensual fluidity

Shortened breaths accompany the ease with which she escapes into another consciousness

Effortless frolic—a single weave of yarn trapped inside a zealous summer breeze.

Her arms stretch overhead—surrendering to the moment

Higher and more exaggerated, with black-painted fingertips straight into the air

On tiptoes, her body spasms, then recoils, as if alarmed by some threat of discovery.

Her charm regenerates, and for as long as you continue to watch, her restless body burns.

Gaze for an additional moment, and you may see beyond her limber backside

Watch

Observe this disproportionate shadow in play, bewildered and elusively raw

Shameless

Despite the impulse to perhaps extinguish, despite the mood of an unnamed master

Silently outspoken, the consummate performer; her reflection in the mirror reveals the ordinariness of a single candle flame.

©2015 Bill Canepa