Snake Eyes

She dances in the shadow of rhythm
Lost to my kindred sprit upon the southern wild,
Lost to me is she who rose in freedom upon
The dark romance of the velvet underground,
Lost to me is she kissed so well the moment
With her embrace of an Indian summer.

Snake eyed she turns
Alive she burns with grace
Known only to the spirited
Dancers of the warm and fragment night.
Snake eyes of a natural faith
Beckon wisdom beyond her years,
In her arms may the fears of the
World decay know life anew
Throughout the most scared
Acts of creation divine.

poem by David Lacey
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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