she dances, undulating like a silk scarf in soft wind her hips sway in sumptous rhythm like samba her body writhes over a canvas of wildflower traced by a convulsing painter's brush watch her limbs now float and sail, graceful as a snake charmed senseless on its sacred wandering space they beckon, like her lips served in sweet dessert
the night leaves nothing to chance our flesh cavort in urgent beat primeval like the throbbing of hearts in a womb i find her eyes in the sea of humanity they burrow into a delicious spot in my chest i feel her deliver its shiver up my sweating spine and she hears her name in the silent whisper of my smile even as i get buried in the crowd all i hear is her laughter in the midst of swirling shadows and seizing lights and it leaves me in drunken longing.
i am but the helpless, hopeless audience of one she is a shade short of the greatest show on the dance floor and a heartbeat too much for my worshiping cup to hold.