Dance of Von Teese

img_2384I was a shape

that waits

to be carved

with a sculptor’s knowing hands,

emerging from alabaster white

into sharp relief,

bright scandalous technicolor,

cherries in the snow.

 

This is who I really am.

 

My breasts adorned with crystals,

my hips overflowing

from the curvaceous narrowing of my waist

into abundant fans of feminine plushness,

punctuated by a skimpy g-string of jewels;

I am everything

that I was never supposed to be:

a woman with power.

 

Glamour was a spell,

sensuality a witches brew.

I became a fashionable bitch

who walked the catwalk of her own shadow;

femme fatale.

 

I embraced the dark goddess

who lived inside me.

By the heat of my careful alchemy,

lines blurred between fantasy and reality,

dream and life.

Transformed,

I danced across the stage of life,

big energy, woman writ large,

a high octane Sorceress

soaring like a star

through the heavens.

7 thoughts on “Dance of Von Teese

  1. bejamin4 says:

    Fantastic! I love this part:

    “I am everything

    that I was never supposed to be:

    a woman with power.

    Glamour was a spell,

    sensuality a witches brew.

    I became a fashionable bitch

    who walked the catwalk of her own shadow;”

  2. Aphrodite says:

    This is totally awesome. So Powerful ❤ . As powerful a woman can be.
    And Dita Von Teese is a good example, isn't it?

  3. You are talented. Beautifully done.

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