Nesreen

The tempting, dancing Nymph performs her chore,
unfolds in air, resplendently and splays
datura flow in mind her moves implore,
her vision passed.-  a wraith on thoughts, she stays.

Upon her altar sacrificial tolls,
her face, her scent, will challenge and indulge,
manipulates and in half light, enthralls,
ethereal to conquer and divulge.

Instinctive ancient dance, the crowd accourts,
she flows in veins, red aconite domain,
no fate will be as sweet - but one she thwarts -
as thousand lengths to feel of brunette mane.

And triumphant aggresses with applause,
(blade-splendid in her bedleh and shalwars) ,
unfolds her wings, a desert hawk that claws,
betrayed male minds with apathy ignores.

She dances, and her jingling cymbals rings
incursion of a deathly whiff and rye;
monotonous the Dervish siege she sings
for victims of her charm, eager to die.

© Georgios V. 08-25-2013 All rights reserved