The Dancer


She shines as she dances in the black light trance
Curious gazes emanating from behind the veil, of her embraces.
I am naked in this twilight intoxicated with her madness
What lies behind those haunting eyes? I would bleed to know.
Chaos chases her erotic gazes as she takes upon the stages.
Mirrors dance in her reflection, she is magic.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Some thoughts from watching the dancers. Much more can be derived than the obvious from them.

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