Dancing Girl

The Dancing Girl


By firelight, I was dancing wild so wild

Dance and danced losing myself

In the flames of life!  

As I dance skipped and danced 

As if a tomorrow wouldn't come.

My body undulating the sound of those drums
That beat my brain transcending euphorically into a trance
I in a frenzy that beat getting to me
Arms, thrown raising to the sky's,
Whilst jumping over the fire was I
Leaving me ecstatic.
Whilst those applauding me by,
Jumping high and higher was I
Those drums beating, like a drug manically.
My senses my mind irrevocably without defences
Knowing, not it's happenings...
In trance-like was I dancing, for my life
Indolently I danced and danced like never before
I spied his eyes on me, his interest in me
His hammer chipping away
As I smiled at he indolently, as he carved away,
On that rock, my face my body
Extracting my soul,
From that very stone
Manically dancing woman swaying,
For her tomorrow indolently...
In her ambiguity swaying to and fro
Whilst he tirelessly sculpted her form from stone
So in love by then was he with she!
Forever framed the dancing girl immortalised
In a Muriel lost from a time, that time's forgotten
The sculptor, the dancing girl in a trance, their romance
Ageless here she lies
She who danced erotically
Artistically in truth, his best sculpture of she!
Moulding her his very hands felt her every sinew...
Crafting with love.
Their immortality forever carved in stone
The story of the dancing girl
Her sculptor...In love.

By Connie James...