~the Belly Dancer~ Poem by Panagiota Romios

Stood beside her teacher on the stage.
Young, brunette. Hip hugger magenta jeans
and ashort bandana shoulder less top...
Her young heart leapt with dreams of dancing
fame.
Shoes were forbidden, just her
beautiful feet showed.
And, yes heavy finger cymbals from
Syria

She imagined herself already in
prismatic, sequined flowing veils,
creating licentiousness by
weaving her hips,
And the trembling waves of her torso.
Performing before colored lights.
Much to the audience's delight.

When the Moroccan music began,
She was swept into a magical
dance.
Her teacher, encouraging her to do
more so!
And full use of the serpentine stage
she made.
Imagining herself in that surreal costume
of femininity,
Designed to cover the body so
Voluptuously, just glistening with coins
and intoxicating crystals.

The blend of Moroccan, Mediterranean
sounds...
That remind her now.
This was just the lyrical foundation and
introduction to the man
Who is her heart's eternal vibration!

He is the music that keeps her
alive and eternal connection to.
Life and the stars.
She will always be his "Faiza, the
Turkish Delight."

Till her spirit clandestintinely soars
to their Romios Star.
There she dwells for him.
To dance forevermore.
~~~~~~

Panagiota Romios

October 3,2019


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