La Gitana
LA GITANA
The Gypsy
Hush! -
That quiet sultry dark forbidding gaze
What black rich blood runs her veins?
She of the woods
Of the caravan
Of the moonlit midnight campfires
But hear!
Distantly
A minor sound
Bitter sweet
Eternally sad
Some scarred battered old violin sings
Intoning invitation
The man –
Short but Swarthy
His eyes young but oh so ancient
A polka dot bandana
Hiding coal black hair
Rises
Motions the woman
Then begins the dance
Slowly
Slowly gaining speed
Gaining madness1
Accelerating!
Until
The very forest animals are charged
Watching
Mesmerized
The ghosts of many campfires
Hundreds
Hover round
Just their white white moonshot eyes distinct
The fiddle howls
A demon on the run!
It is one charmed erotic whirling circle
Tempting the angels looking down
Copyright © Daver Austin | Year Posted 2011
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