Dance Divine

Your firm legs,
from the embrace of
Your stilettos,
Rise and sway like two flames,
When you dance.

Two white flames
riding wild passionate wind
and rising to the core of universe
concealed in your narrow red dress-
Your heart,
And fuelling it.

Gentle calf lines
of your rhythm drunk legs,
Forming and disappearing,
As if a perfection greedy artist
chiselling them with practiced strokes,
Ever unsatisfied.

Smooth movement of your hips,
A moon swinging in the sky
as a bob of a pendulum that moves time,
And how I crave to put my trembling hand
around your waist, to control time, to be eternal.

Even with eyes shut your face glows,
And closed lips are shimmering,
As if you have distilled the essence
of alcohol, flowing in your blood,
and stored in your lips,
for offering immortality
to the one who kisses you.

Oh Beauty!
At this moment, to me,
On twenty by twenty of dance floor,
Your are more potent than God.

-Pulastya