Poko

*A belly dancer barely escaped on a brink of death, running from her masters and hiding from their hunters. She wanders to the outside world leaving behind the metal bars, a place she once called home.*

The flickering of the candles
Is the only movement in the room
Before I enter
The music undulating with the flame
I enter behind you
The veil sliding over my face
For a moment
As the rhythm begins
In my hips
The beat as old as the sands
Of the desert where it began
My zils ring out
The mating call that bred a nation

As I whirl for you
Dropping my veils
One by one
Until I fall
At your feet
And look up into
Your dominant eyes
The eyes
That possess
My soul