Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags, The Chocolate Waltz

Contributor Series 10: Silken Rags
The Chocolate Waltz
By Sharon Poch

I dance the chocolate waltz
glide sensuously,
change partners at whim
while my body's band
composes lush rhapsodies
in three-quarter time

The tempo slows
The tongue seeks
sable smooth truffles
pressed like dark silk
against the roof
of my mouth

Rhythm rises
to six-eighths time
I spin in drunken tarantella
or swirling cocoa
and drown
in its holy heat

I dip, flow to
the satin music
while impatient lips
unbutton
red berries, index fingers
clothed in warm chocolate coats

Notes hover then die
a respite from
the siren's song
Satiated for the moment
I rest and wait, 
dance card filled

—Intermission—

The band plays on
in honeyed harmony as
the sweet cotillion resumes
Body bewitched sways
reaches for fruit
of the cacao tree

Velvet caped seductress
skims over the dance floor,
competition for the debutantes
Voluptuous earth-brown of
bittersweet overshadows
pale virgins in milk organdy

The dance slows
Sinuous ribbons of mahogany taffeta
drape
around cream centers
swallow
jewels of encrusted fruit

My pulse quickens as the 
sacred elemental scent
mesmerizes
rendering me impotent,
a sacrificial victim
to brown magic

Round and round I go
in graceful revelry
seeking new conquests
A dance of joy that
never ends
as long as the music plays



Sharon Poch's most recent poem to appear here was Attend to the Bones, published as part of Contributor Series 7: The Confessional Diary of Bone in December 2010.

Posted by Annmarie at 1/1/2012 11:41 PM
Categories: words to linger on, Contributor Series 10
Tags: Contributor Series 10 Sharon Poch chocolate waltz
 

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  • 1/2/2012 9:08 AM Jean wrote:
    Oh. My! Sharon. I don't know when I've been so turned on, and by a confection! How amazing! Yummy! Thank you! Jean
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  • 1/2/2012 10:09 AM Anonymous wrote:
    The spins, sways and glides of this gave me a feeling that she controlled the room. The rhapsody and poetic bliss told me she thrived on the beauty of life that surrounded her when on the dance floor.
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    1. 1/3/2012 9:17 AM Jeanette Cheezum wrote:
      I hit the key too soon. The spins, sways and glides of this gave me a feeling that she controlled the room. The rhapsody and poetic bliss told me she thrived on the beauty of life that surrounded her when on the dance floor.
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  • 1/4/2012 6:41 AM Kay Middleton wrote:
    Delicious! And I don't even like chocolate. I could just eat the poem!
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