her serpentine dance
is as old
as time itself
sequinned moves
tracing my lines
in the sand
tempting all
who behold
just as i
tempted eve
casting a spell
of desire
for passion so deep
the soul aches
to its core
begging for more
the eyes
cannot turn away
the dance
like
my trance
can lead one
to a fever
cooled not even
by the words
of god
moses knew this
and lifted me up
in the desert
but even
he
could not
lift man up
so
my trance
prevails
and man
continues
to crawl