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Belly Dance
by Desireé Lee
The belly dancer
clinks and chimes
Her costume sparks of fire
Her body: thread that starts to weave
The cloth of my desire.
The belly dancer
squirms and shakes
Her costume: blossoms smoking
Her limbs are fabric bent on air
My heart her moves uncloaking
I watch, a stirring strikes me hard
the dancer, fleet, unfailing
and as her weaving dance takes flame
it's me she is unveiling.
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