Put On Your Dancing Shoes

And I take my pen like I
put on my dancing shoes
to burn up the dance floor
together with you

What more could a poetess wish for
than to let her words dance
with those of her poet
To let images, metaphors and letters
make love with each other
and let them merge rhythmically
into one, musical poem

To dance the night away,
the stars from the sky
the ink from the paper
To step out of the lines
and even make poetry
of silence

©RoseGirl2019

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