Behind The Cloud Poem by John Chizoba Vincent

Behind the white cloud,
I watched her danced energetically,
She was clouded with joy that laugh
As her waist swung in appreciation.
Some bubbles of sweat gathered
Around her glowing body and dropped
On the ground to water the soil to goodness.
Her hands moved forth and back,
Her legs spoke to the audience in love,
Her eyes searched for praises and worship
And her breast says welcome to those who watched.
She was from the cloud and now, she danced
to men behind the clouded sky of joy.
So entangled was she in her dance that men were lost.
Behind the cloud, she came, she saw and conquered,
Never in history has a woman danced so great
Like her recorded.




(C) John Chizoba Vincent
Voice Of Vincent 2016