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The bonfires and naked lithe arms,
that snake and circle
planes of smooth stomach,
of air and ether,
the sharp circle of light
ensconced in black
and small twinkling white,
the music that jerks and
sways, and and whistles near
your ear, the bodiless sky-clad dance.
they call to me,
and Loreena reminds me.

A stranger with family
in his eyes said
that my stomach was beautiful,
may he kiss it? And
countless sizes and shapes
and moods and aspirations
linked arms with mine
to make me part of it,
this glow of fire and
spirit and love,
and night.

by Sabrina