Dancing nude on the poet’s pages

Unaware of the unlocked cages

Where those who’ve danced before do dwell

Muted now – they will never tell

The secrets of these exotic trances

The song, “A Mystic Mantis Prances”

Moving, swaying, never touching

Making love without the clutching

Monk or man – test or quest

Does the erotic rhythm rest?

Beware, beware, of the dance till dawn

With the Sultry Siren of the Swan.  

© Stephen Nesbitt