Twerk Villanelle

^{For Valentine}

my girl positioned for a twerk session-

             knees bent, hands below the thigh, tongue out, head

turned to look at her body’s precession. 

she in tune. breath in. breasts hang. hips freshen. 

            she slow-wine. pulse waistline to a beat bled

for her, un-guilt the knees for the session.

fair saint of vertebrae- backbone blessing,

            her pop- in innate. her pop- out self- bred,

head locked into her holied procession. 

dance is proof she loves herself, no questions-

            no music required, no crowd needed. 

she arched into a gateway, protecting-

this dance is proof she loves me, no guessing. 

            a bronx bedroom, we hip-to-hip threaded. 

she turn to me, tranced by her possessin’. 

she coils herself to, calls forth a legend-

round bodied booty, bounce a praise ballad.

she break hold, turn whole in a twerk session. 

body charmed, spell-bent, toward progressing.