Purple sky, <br />tinged with dark cobalt blue….. <br /> <br />I sense my soul turn inside out for you. <br /> <br />Full moon mistress <br />swirls her ivory gown, <br /> <br />trimmed with majestic lace <br />handmade in town <br /> <br />by women in French vintage shops <br />on Siene, <br /> <br />that have peculiar, interesting names. <br /> <br /> <br />Hypnotizing siren, <br /> <br />you entrance <br /> <br />me with your white soprano belly dance… <br /> <br />and when <br />you draw your hand back <br />and are through, <br /> <br />should I sacrifice myself to you?<br /><br />Sara Fielder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sacrifice-81/
