Belly Dance
Russian rhythms warm
the crowd up
in the gloaming. Hairs
create golden
cascades on the street.
Even a moralist
doesn’t go home, enticed
by the beauties
in silk. Suppressed desires
leak through the
moral vents. Like blue
snakes, the dancers
sway on the Keralite culture
that always tends
to wrap feminine body in
saris and churidars.
The nude flesh fragments
in exotic white
enthrall the spectators.
What is artistic
there turns erotic here.
First published in The Literary Hatchet.
Copyright © Fabiyas M V | Year Posted 2021
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