Monday, May 6, 2013

Original Poetry - Castanets

Is it the liquor
or the movement of her hips
that make my head swim
as she clicks her castanets

Faster and faster she spins
the clickety-clack fills the air
as her skirt twists and turns
the sequins reflecting the light

An ancient dance as old as time
the Mariachi tries to keep up
with her seductive moves
and our eyes meet

She smiles and lowers her gaze
she has me in her spell
of her I am intoxicated
as my heart beats faster

go the castanets
speaking to me in Morse code
of an ancient ritual bathed in love.

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