Right on the evening of my enchantment
Heated up by a bonfire –an outdoor party went on
In came a fine belly dancer
Nearly stripped—with charms on her waist
And had danced dead all the cobras of orient
she had a neck like an antique vase—
fired in ancient kilns and varnished by kisses sweet
her eyes had trapped all flames she had danced around
and now they burnt with a fierce glow
and as she danced
her lips like poppies soft
chanted opium incantations
that had us all in a trance
her waist flashed in the firelight
giving it a caramel sheen
with every pulsating move
I spotted a beauty mark
on the softness underneath her breast.
her adorned ankles defied dust and encircled all
she was the center of a whirlwind
taking us all with it
and her legs, her thighs were time defying pillars
of an old forgotten civilization
a hallway to a temple –dedicated to the worship of beauty.
we all became pilgrims that night
and her navel —the altar of a holy land
Grandchild of God. 