Dance

author:  23Ananda
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It was only a seaside cafe,
My soul a tendril reaching out
Eagerly cleaving to the silhouette,
Standing on a table near where I sat.

Guitar strings vibrated in the hush,
And spotlights three began to stalk,
Amid meandrous rising cigarette smoke,
Baring a goddess serene on a seashell.

I plunged into her inviting eyes
Treading gently in the large brown pools,
Dare I trace her lips as compelled,
And risk her gaze leaving my face?

Before her hands would clap a beat,
Before her undulations would inflame

I imagined our souls, entwined and
Tender, blending, drifting, dancing
Around and around in that small cafe,
Before she raised her Andalusian skirt
And pounded her flamenco heel.



 
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19.06.2011,  mahengonsal

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Lovely poem capturing a moment of enchantment, a moment of weakness?
19.06.2011,  mahengonsal