Tuesday, April 27, 2004

Dancing With Fireflies

Swirling, silk, swaying, sultry.
Moving through the chords,
body in tune.
Fluttering fingers, feel the air,
forming shapes from the wind.
Darkness expresses the passion
of guitar’s heart, flowing;
a river of rhythm and rhyme;
sublime.
She twists, turns, bends her body,
arms sweeping, embracing the night,
sensual sight.

Drumbeat, insistent; feet tapping,
Shifting. Stepping in time,
hands mime. The meeting of minds,
the lovers time.
Twirling, whirling, pausing a phrase.
She stands and sways.
Entrancing dancing girl of dark delight,
desert night.
Perfumed incense evening;
smoky fire; deceiving eyes, a mystery,
fantasy woman.

Music corporeal,
guitar, wood and steel;
striking into hearts and bellies.
Sorrow in the dance,
another chance.
Voice lifts the stars, strokes mind
and soul with sweet chanting pace,
beguiling face
beckons and denies.
Here; no truth, or lies.
Shifting, swirling woman
dancing with fireflies.

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