(Poem) The Dancer by Donna Snyder

One of my poems in Return to Mago

Return to MAGO E*Magazine

the woman is a fetish
all bellies and breasts

she moves across the floor like undulating silk
the air caresses her hips

she moves like the Ayasofya mosque
if it were to dance through Istanbul

the scent of the Egyptian market        clings
to the arabesques of air that flow around her hands

the strength of her beauty moves me
pleasure & grace find me

freed of the burden of corporeality
I dance

Darlina Marie El Paso Dancer Darlina Marie
Photograph by Tom Baumann

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