Sway Poem by John KENT

I saw her on a dance floor on a hot and balmy night,

she was there with all her girlfriends, she really was a sight,

she was swaying to the music, she was swaying to the beat

and the music that entranced her began to move her feet.



She was swaying to the music, she was swaying to and fro

the music had possessed her and it wouldn't let her go,

it was the rhythm of the music that made her lose control

and her body came alive when the music touched her soul.



She was swaying to the music - pure fluidity in motion

like birds upon a breeze or like waves upon an ocean,

and the movements that she made as she danced around the floor

just took my breath away and left me totally in awe.



She looked hypnotized, mesmerized, her body kept pulsating

and even when the music stopped she kept on undulating,

and such were the effects of the music that she'd heard

that it took her quite awhile before she knew what had occured.



The music gave her rhythm, the rhythm moved her feet

her feet tapped out a tempo that measured out the beat,

the beat became a primal urge that made her body sway

and it was the spirit of her primal dance that blew my mind away.




3/8/2010