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:
Joy
said...
Shake it, Mama!
You go girl.
You're poetry is terrific.
September 2, 2011 at 10:17 PM
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1 comment:
Shake it, Mama!
You go girl.
You're poetry is terrific.
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