The Singer(La Bassey)

Bold as a new penny
she holds us
touches us
all we can do
is not resist

watch what she’s doing
breaking up distance
catching our dreams
in hands
like a goalkeepers
turning back over
a swan in each wrist
a snake in the
unrest and tension
clutch boney arms
and are flung back
out to a sudden
where they came from

the breath is held
in the pleasure which she
holds for us
sure of her time