My Little Belly Dancer

 

There’s a disaster waiting in my pen.

The Moleskine paper is thick

And tattooed with stumbling words.

 

He’s your dirty t-shirt,

Toss him.

Put on your favorite.

It’s soft, comforting.

Be my little belly dancer again,

I still won’t tell anyone.

 

I won’t mind a one night mistake.

Tease me

With our old life.

He doesn’t need to know,

I still won’t tell anyone.

Reviews

[Mokey]

Lovely! :) And it makes me happy that it mentions belly dancing. I'm a belly dancer. Well, I haven't danced much lately, but I used to a lot! :) I like this poem. Okay -- I'll go try something more like this for the fun challenge of it all.