Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire
GINGER ROGERS AND FRED ASTAIRE
If Jesus Christ were a dancer,
He would have danced like Fred Astaire
around the room with Ginger Rogers.
He'd have danced on the air with Ginger
because he was a gentleman,
and his passion was like the shepherd boy
on the Grecian Urn that Keats wrote about
who was forever perpetually young and loving;
forever wrapped in a dream-like illusion
from which he never awakened.
Fred tapped his hat on his shoe
and bounced it back on his head
with the tip of his cane.
He glided like a gazelle.
He moved like God Himself
and Ginger, his Goddess,
was never more beautiful
than when she reflected
all the loveliness and innocence
of womanhood; unattainable,
yet cherished like the maiden
etched on the Grecian Urn.
Janet Marie Bingham
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