When La Mar Dances

I be smitten by La Mar
When she dances,
And when she sways.
When the storm clouds come
Blasting their thunderous invitation
To dance a fierce Irish jig,
She throws up her watery skirt,
And laughs, and laughs,
Grabbing the clouds,
And splashing to and fro.
After the dance
She bids the clouds farewell,
And reminisces with
A gentle tapping
Of her toes
on the nearby shores.
In rare moments,
She lies completely flat,
As if she were
Stretching like a cat.
And when she be doing that,
She be pretending
To be a very flat
Plate of glass.
Even when she not be dancing,
She be pulsing her belly
In and out to her own
Heart’s rhythm