she smoothly swings a fluid
leap
her satin dancing slippers brush the floorboards
of a resin-tacky retreat,
she pitter-patter slides
the
essential sensual distant eyes
across her thin extended thighs--
wood splinters slowly inside
her head;
she is adhered to this lilting life,
and someday her joints will creak
By Jason Paul Fox
poem written by JASON PAUL FOX.
You
MUST credit my authorship when reproducing this poem in any way!
Violators are prosecuted, no joke!
I'm living off the generosity of plagiarists now!
(It's OK to give my poem to friends or people at school, if you credit me and
don't make money off it)
copyright
2007 Jason Paul Fox