Seraphine Belle

The Spanish Maiden [a Night For Salsa] - Poem by Seraphine Belle

Her skirts rustling,
To the sounds of the guitar
The strumming of the strings
Bringing the caressing murmur
Of the music
Through her body
Connecting her soul
To her feet
Bringing the rhythm
To the wooden stage

Her ebony hair,
Tossing and covering her face
In passion and enthusiasm
The jasmine in her hair
Taking her audience
Her scarlette lips
Raised in a teasing smile

The accoustic sound filled the air
One defenite stroke with the pick,
She writhed her body
To the beautiful chord
Raised her hands in the air
As a resonant clap echoed.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, April 6, 2008

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