Dancing in a Dying Fire

layered in loose
Roma silk
long fingers turn
the lovers card
on black

Glass beads
dangle down
breasts tattooed
the color
of a gypsy moon.

Dance your
crystal prism
red silk slowly
soft curves
in shadowed
candle light.

Cast your
midnight eyes
sacred seduction
of a dying fire
your spell
                laurel leaves burning

6 Responses to Dancing in a Dying Fire

  1. gingatao! says:

    Cool bananas, magic evocation poem, draping the myth gorgeously, and slow hips turning dance, yumm,

  2. johemmant says:

    Oh this is perfect, it moves so seductively, words spellbinding. I’m in a rush or I’d gush much much more 🙂

  3. Narnie says:

    There are slow spirals here and it is so full of light and colour… you can almost smell the heady aroma, causing you to become wrapped up in her spellbinding moves. They intensify with all those ssss sounds in the second half of the poem. Its wonderful to see such sound that quite literally makes the poem slide into her seduction. Fabulous.

  4. Scot says:

    thanks for the kind words

  5. Scot says:

    Something a bit different–not sure where it came from?

  6. Scot says:

    Thanks for the read–I guess it does ssslide! 🙂
    Thanks for coming by!

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