Tall and slender,
In white pants
Sprinkled with sequins
That sparkled without gaudiness,
And a top to match,
She moved with her partner
To the parquet
In front of the band.
Black, cropped hair
Accentuated the white ensemble,
She passed under the arm
Of her partner.
Then swayed in time
With the rhythm.
The music began pounding, pulsing
And she danced -
Oh, how she danced!
No spotlight was needed
For she radiated.
Others served merely as bit players,
Supporting cast for the diva.
Her back upright and straight,
A music box ballerina,
Chin up-tilted in
Aloofness and confidence,
Lower back arched
To emphasize buttocks,
An arm freed
Of her partner stretched
In graceful extension,
Wrist flexed
To extended fingers,
Held in place a moment
For our appreciation,
Then withdrawn
In sweeping movement
To flow into continuous motion
Of turns and postures,
Performed by her svelte figure
With hips and legs and arms and shoulders -
Harmonized beauty -
This Lady in White.
We knew, in comparison, we would appear
As plowboys plodding with bare feet
So we sat, intimidated.
rlkilgore@chartertn.net
