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She Danced
She Danced
Out from the mystic shadow, she stepped into the night
clothed in something shimmering that flowed with glistened light.
It stopped my breath and skipped my heart to lock my brain in place
as she walked across the dancing floor with poise and regal grace.
Houselights dimmed. Voices muted. The audience held its breath
which seemed as one eternal gasp prolonged, pulled and stretched.
I heard the finger cymbals clash and break the air with sound.
The music played. She moved a foot. A tremor pulsed the ground.
The rhythm grabbed me, fold and wrapped me in its sultry beat,
igniting blood to reckless boil while riveted to my seat.
I tried to move. I tried to blink. My eyes were locked to stay.
For on her belly button, there a jewel did rhythmic sway.
Hypnotic twinkling glints of light mesmerized my core.
Her toes, bejeweled with gems of flash, danced upon the floor
and when she twirled and came to stop our eyes electric met.
The jewel dislodged. It leaped from her and landed on my chest.
Stunned, I was! My legs rose up. She watched from where she stood
as the jewel began to float my feet across the floor of wood.
She grabbed my waist. She touched my hand and I was hers at last.
I didn’t hear the audience clap. I only heard my gasp.
Magic, witchcraft, tricks of sorcery! Who cares what was in play!
She made me beam. I fell in love and would marry her every day.
And on the nights we kiss in light which pulls us both entranced,
we glance the jewel and laugh and sing and dance! dance! dance!
Namyh
Out from the mystic shadow, she stepped into the night
clothed in something shimmering that flowed with glistened light.
It stopped my breath and skipped my heart to lock my brain in place
as she walked across the dancing floor with poise and regal grace.
Houselights dimmed. Voices muted. The audience held its breath
which seemed as one eternal gasp prolonged, pulled and stretched.
I heard the finger cymbals clash and break the air with sound.
The music played. She moved a foot. A tremor pulsed the ground.
The rhythm grabbed me, fold and wrapped me in its sultry beat,
igniting blood to reckless boil while riveted to my seat.
I tried to move. I tried to blink. My eyes were locked to stay.
For on her belly button, there a jewel did rhythmic sway.
Hypnotic twinkling glints of light mesmerized my core.
Her toes, bejeweled with gems of flash, danced upon the floor
and when she twirled and came to stop our eyes electric met.
The jewel dislodged. It leaped from her and landed on my chest.
Stunned, I was! My legs rose up. She watched from where she stood
as the jewel began to float my feet across the floor of wood.
She grabbed my waist. She touched my hand and I was hers at last.
I didn’t hear the audience clap. I only heard my gasp.
Magic, witchcraft, tricks of sorcery! Who cares what was in play!
She made me beam. I fell in love and would marry her every day.
And on the nights we kiss in light which pulls us both entranced,
we glance the jewel and laugh and sing and dance! dance! dance!
Namyh
Published 23rd Feb 2024
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