I dance the twisted grind of twilight As tambourine and sitar play Heavy shadows of fog roll down off of mountain top Firelight casting me fifteen feet high Serpent goddess born of ash My phoenix heart in tune with Saint Helen's expanding lungs Primal Crowd swells and ebbs around my writhing form Each entranced by hip and shoulder roll Amber eyes reflect pools of liquid gold Sinking into the waiting palm of divinity The scent of my arousal permeates I am woman I am power I am *life