Song of The Belly Dancer

There is a tempo in my heart,

the sound of drums beating.

With eyes closed, I embrace

the rhythm of my soul.

 

I do not fight it, this urge

to dance under a veil of mist.

My hips drop low and thrust up,

arms moving in a come hither slither.

 

As I live this magical dance,

I release the Goddess within,

undulanting in sensuality~

the dance of veils.

 

There is no ending, no finale

to this dance within my soul.

I breathe air and exhale mist,

wrapped in chiffon and coins.

 

Do not hate me for the dance,

praise me for the ability

to release confidence within

and freedom of being a Goddess.

 

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A simple poem about the joys belly dancing brings to my soul.