The Web Poetry Corner - Hay Machine - Belly Dancer
Belly Dancer
by
Hay Machine
Who wouldn't want
a belly dancer for Christmas
loosely swaddled in chiffon and silk
nothing less to soothe that overarching want
a pot-bellied genie
a real one
with eyes like a Jersey cow
mountainous breasts
limbs like a Eucalyptus tree
bottom of watermelons
and her every movement
a symphony of the flesh
out under Jordan's desert all-night sky
brazen mistress of the lute-music
strumming and drumming
and worth her weight in dreams