Saturday, January 24, 2009

Shadow Shot Sunday-Shall We Dance...

Exotic dancers
lithe forms
sway to the
rhythm of the frosts
cold is your tender heart
white turbaned buds
seek songs of the desert
your crisp footing
laughs at the old man
frigid age'd sultan
his frozen image
a mere echo in time
how soon he flees
this sweet sensuous
lady
warm breath
cocooning
stroking
emerging
you sway
dancing delicate
siren
take my hand
lead us to the elements
of our desire
fragile
hopeful
frail beauties
warmed hearts
to shadow lands
and sultry starlit nights
to dream
to float
above petaled veils
soft silken hair
drifting
light
perfumed
through currents of time
drifting
entwining
in love
with the moment
with the dance



Head on over to the siren of shadow...Tracy at Hey, Harriet check out the shadows and join us if you are in for a little adventure in the exotic faraway land of Australia, where it's now Sunday.
We're having lots of fun, won't you join in...