THE BELLY DANCER
.........The Belly Dancer.........
Stood beside her teacher on the stage.
Young, brunette. Hip hugger magenta
jeans and a short bandana shoulder
Her young heart leapt with dreams of
Shoes were forbidden, just her
beautiful feet showed.
And heavy finger cymbals from Syria
She imagined herself already in
prismatic, sequined flowing veils.
Creating licentiousness by
weaving her hips,
And the trembling waves of her torso.
Performing before colored lights.
Much to the audience's delight.
When the Moroccan music began,
she was swept into a magical
Her teacher, encouraging her to do
And full use of the serpentine stage
Imagining herself in that surreal costume
Designed to cover the body perfectly.
Voluptuously,just glistening with coins
and intoxicating crystals.
The blend of Moroccan-Mediterranean
That remind her clearly now.
This was just the lyrical foundation
and introduction to the man who
is her heart's eternal vibration!
He is the music that keeps her
alive and eternal connection to
life and the stars.
She will always be his "Faiza,the
His love of so many nights.
Till her spirit clandestintinely soars
to their Romios Star.
There she waits for him in their
To dance for him...forevermore!
September 30, 2019
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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