have you
   heard her fingers
      dance
          like
       rain
        drops?

speaking the wind in a voice
  all its own;

cry scandal eyes as she
stretches arms(up)
towards skying starlight
sprinkling on upturned

breasts bathed in a parched (or moonlit
heated) night.

dervish-like her sight fades
  as standing she gazes
heavenward,chin tilted
to expose flesh—like
some naked piece of
heaven.

have you
   seen the dancer
      finger
          like
       moon
        salt?

exuding sensualit
  (y) of youth;

blanched white with im
   purity of im
propriety (or some
   thing approximating
woman-hood)

warm pulse(ates)
   and dict(ates) she
lets loose with
sound that slips slightly
from lips
  held (tightly)
and hips
  thrust (rightly)

as
in a burst
she comes
undone,unbound
at the seams that pin
women and men;
and it seems she is
free
again.