You approach with covered veil, <br />hiding whom you are inside. <br />Slowly you move around the room, <br />searching the eyes of the horde. <br /> <br />One by one you observe, <br />looking deep within their souls. <br />Until you find the perfect one, <br />who possesses golden heart, and innocent eyes. <br /> <br />With sinuous motion you approach, <br />smooth curves winding round and round. <br />A dance from the beginning of time, <br />which none can bear to look away from. <br /> <br />By each suggestion you pull him in, <br />hypnotized by the flesh he sees. <br />With allure you have enticed him, <br />dangling yourself before his drying lips. <br /> <br />Closer you come, invading his space. <br />Your perfumed body he smells, <br />never to forget it, ever again, <br />moving in rhythm of the drummers beat. <br /> <br />And as you finally approach him, <br />I realize he is I in shock of your beauty. <br />My mind swimming to grasp the concept, <br />to understand I have been selected. <br /> <br />That night I shall never forget, <br />how we shared each other’s life. <br />A connection not by any conventional way, <br />but by the influence of untainted love. <br /> <br />As I write this down on warped parchment, <br />I must smile to myself as never before. <br />Thinking that love is real, <br />…love is real.<br /><br />Gary Scott Gebert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/belly-dancer/
