Identity

Sway to the rhythm
Pulsing in my mind
Each step a connection in the pattern
A piece of the puzzle
To who I am

The way my hair sways
Jet black as dying roses
With russet laying beneath
The ringlets curl
Just above my shoulders

The shape my lips are
The sultry movements they make
As each word escapes my mouth
Such pouting full lips
That intoxicate you

Such pale skin
Glowing dim peach
Opaque yet
Translucent in the view of the moon

Long swaying legs,
Seeming to never end
Round
Curved
Sculpted to perfection

And lastly
Shan’t be overlooked
Couldn’t be with one so
Exotic as I
Features of the Middle East
Hypnotic belly dancers twisting and turning
Yet color palette of Ireland
The rolling hills and icy sea

My eyes
Oh those curved pools
That sucked any man in for eternity
Such a rich hue
Such a dazzling emerald
With chocolate stemming from the pupils
Heart rendering tools they are those eyes
But mesmerizing all the same

My essence
The flame that lives within me never flickering
The pull and push of the tide that rages inside
The rise and fall of the moon high above
Contained by my heart
My own world
That is…

My identity