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That Walk

R. Joyce Heon



That walk,
that long-limbed walk
beginning where the leg joins,
that languid arrogance,
that neck and head floating in rhythm,
I bet a giraffe could tango.

Those eyes,
those great tender eyes,
those lashes shielding
those half-closed bedroom eyes,
I could tango in the deep of those eyes.

That heart,
that massive beating,
that pulse thrummng long
that great silken neck,
that thumping, coursing life,
I could tango in that deep-eyed rhythm.

That coat,
that sleek rippling,
that ancient finger-maze,
that jungle-crackled darkness and light,
I could tango in that deep-eyed rhythmic jungle.

That head,
that cavern for the tongue,
that thorn-threading tongue,
that talented leaf-tickling tongue,
that long-reaching tongue caressing its own ears,
I could tango to that deep-eyed rhythmic jungle tongue.




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Massachusetts poet R. Joyce Heon has been published in Diner, Sahara, The Issue, Tapestries, The Maine Scholar, and Voices Along the River. You can visit her work at members.tripod.com/r_joyce_heon/index.htm


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