Red Flamenco
Stilletoes on Fire
Passion Dances
To an intense, native rythem

Heart beat gallops
Miles afar
to reach the elusive
Mystic landscapes

Sensual souvenirs
hourglass grace
intimacy teases
as fierce eyes
awake a long slumber

Strappy laughter
Coquettish strutting
The shackled heart
is finally free

Goosebumps breathe in
Exotic Perfume
Sour lemon and cinnamon fumes

the Icecube swirls
to melt in a whirlpool embrace.
and the candle dances
to the beat of the storm

Red Flamenco
Layers of Rouge
Kohl lined to perfection
crimson lips
fish net skin
and the never ending show
which must go on.

© S.Mirza

28th December 2008- 2:34 p.m


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