Vine in Repose
In losing myself in a piece of art
I noticed a figure serene in her pose
one cannot help to be moved when
faced with the simple reality of beauty.
Outstretched and arched posture
symbolic of unraveled entanglement
hers is a natural stand of gratitude
that life is sweet in all of her release.
a dancer’s light what might easily say
is the naked breast streaming the sky,
yet how is elegance measured beyond
a stand, a posture suggests harmony
A polish in the sleek design of brass
to meld her thighs to run the lines
of her buttocks, a strength of her legs
to give credence toward physical prowess.
Yet the vine allows a certain unspoken
device of symbolic challenge, Her eyes
if we might glance are fierce with choice
lovely determents will unravel any ties.
A dancer, a real, a woman of serenity
we glance with a quick eye, yet today
I will study, for the definition of her, of you
is my fascination and her dance delights.
The eyes will yearn ambition in release
No longer is she tied, while envy her piece.