Hypnotic Poem by Patti Masterman
Hypnotic
Hypnotic dancers at my minds edge
Twirling and pausing, in syncopated ambush
Some choreography I've never studied
Has probed into my hidden brain
Long, slender fingers twiddle the dials
Smooth calves and muscled leanness
Bound and ricochet
Hypnotizing rhythms
The unbidden symphonies
Pulsating against my temples
My exposed thoughts trepanned:
A mind is so much more
Than just a cloven hoofed grazer.
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