Monday, November 29, 2010

An iceman cometh

... to dance alone
on milky plain,
a partner shy?
... to glide around
like angels fly?

The music starts,
his stance reposed,
his chin is tucked.
Skintight he's clothed —
a painted buck.

Unfrozen, he
circles the ice —
In search of love?
Indeed to please
the gods above.

His arms outstretch,
then clasp around
a missing beau.
The tension builds ...
quadruple toe!

More flirting spins
to climax, then
a spray of white
— a final lunge —
upon me lights.

His denouement:
a shrinking down
to prayerful kneel.
At peace, also,
is what I feel.

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written after watching the 2010 Trophée Eric Bompard men's singles

placed in Poets United Poetry Pantry: #20