Primordial Dancer

She is pregnant fruits on a dainty vine her presence divine she straddles the line between holy and erotic. She has since she created Creation; She is Creation, don't you know? She walked through flames and won. Her henna-burnt feet can split the Earth if she wills it. Her ghungroo makes thunder; the hands of Nature lift up in surrender to the power of the dancer. The dew that covers her body could quench the thirst of demons and end the lives of gods. It could create the Universe if she let any man touch her. If any man dare touch her like a parched leaf touches a forest fire.