She rings her bells as she dances about,

my bellarina glances at me and mimics a pout

as if to say “Why so serious today?”

i laugh.  “Be as weighty in your thoughts as you dare to ponder,”

i remind myself, “But when it comes to living in the world, be light as a feather.”

i laugh even more realizing that that , too, is mentation—still thinking.

still dancing, she flashes a smile, then eases me down upon a couch,

flings the bells, and plops atop—

“Release, release, accept the elation,” 

her eyes glisten with my captivation.

     (sighs oh-so whelmingly in my ear)

          (hovers with kisses—lips, tongues explored)

               (tingles of touches, growing ever more near)

                    (till naked, and clasping, just bodies adored)