Upon a Small Stage
Upon A Small Stage
Upon a small stage
I dance my crimson silks swaying
with the studied movements of love.
about my ankles rose gold bells chime in rhythm
I dance my crimson silks swaying
as scents of sandalwood perfume the air
about my ankles rose gold bells chime in rhythm
My heart trembles at your look.
As scents of sandalwood perfumes the air
night crowds close about the fire
My heart trembles at your look
I grow weak with wanting you
Night crowds close about the fire
With the studied movements of love
I grow weak with wanting you
Upon a small stage.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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