Friday, September 2, 2011

Dance Fever

I'm hot,
I shake.

I sway,
I shudder.

I shimmy
My shivers.

Glassy eyed,
I grin.

I'm smooth,
I groove.

I'm sick,
But I feel the beat.

I prance in
My pajama pants.

A fevered trance
While I dance.


©2011, Bridget Magee

1 comment:

  1. Shake it, Mama!
    You go girl.
    You're poetry is terrific.

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