The sweet bellydancer

Her navel,

Sways,

With Rhythms divine, Sweet gold,

Her Beauty never grows old

Sequin,

Adorns,

Her linsome waist,

And Embraces,

Her svelte complexities,

With Rhythms golden simplicities,

And Kindness never grows old

Her hips,

Shimmers,

To And fro,

With the blessings,

of dove wings,

And her grace never grows old,

Her body,

Fine as the Evenings silk,

And her loveliness never grows old,

As she dances,

upon,

the luminosities,

of Rose petals

Reynaldo Casison