Ellenpoly:

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A sonnet to a friend of mine, on the occasion of her belly-dance recital...


Sonnet 11/02/02                        DCLV

I watch you dance, and study how you move,
To focus music with each roll and sway.
You rouse my senses: With each note they play,
You form emotion with your motion, prove
That sight succeeds as much as touch. You draw
All thoughts, and eyes: You dance into our dream.
You need no gems upon you: Your eyes gleam
Far more than perfect stone, without a flaw.
You glow, with your excitement: With your smile
You light the room, and brighten life. You turn,
And heart follows away, and desires burn
To fever pitch: How high can passions pile?
The music stops, and you are still: You hold
Your pose, but world returns, and room grows cold.