Feb 17, 2009

Belly Dancer

Her eyes invade my conscience
mind
her quick glances speak fluently
to my trifled spirit
as she rhythmically flutters about-
musefully,
nonchalant.

Her enchanting smile coincides with
her gypsy gaze;
a burning reflection

Our eyes meet with a solemn intensity
and she observes her own heavenly form-
self-consciencely-
aware.

True beauty might be on the inside,
but this dancing,
was an extension of an abundant
inner beauty-
acutely purveyed
from the inside-
out.

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