Sonnet 508

I danced with words and they did dance with me

As if upon the grandest ballroom floor,

While in my mind an image clear to see…

Pressed there in arms my peerless paramour;

So lifted high by verse to lofty heights

Then paused in prose, a flawless grand jeté,

A pirouette revealing silken tights,

That risqué flash to every mind waylay;

So lithely swung and sprung and swirled and pranced

Then sashayed bold in lines upon that page,

The denouement uncurled in cursive stance

Emboldening the rhyme upon that stage;

With plume in hand we did so flirt ‘til dawn,

‘Til every drop of lust dipped ink were gone.

Loubert S Suddaby poems