My Rhythm's Rag

"My Rhythm's Rag"

Swing your toes.

Knees clapping.

Backs slapping.

Toes are tapping.

Elastic plastic bras are snapping.

Right into place.

They fit comfortably in space.

The heart of a poker's ace.

Diamond prisms heart's club fan.

Who am I?

Are I you?

What hue are you?

Black and blue?

Swinging true?

Golden, olden, new?

Am I anything to you?

The turning of a screw.

I want you to to do a frontal view.

And then dance backwards too.

There aren't enough poses of you.

There are far too few.

Love everything about you!

By Jonathan Billet- 10.24.2014