YOUNG DANCER.

Tap, tap, tap,
Went the feet of the dancers.
Costume swinging and dust rising,
Drumbeat's the music of the day.

On the arena stood a beauty,
Dark skin decorated with earth
And dyes harmonious to nature;
Her clear voice resounding with energy.
She was a beauty, demanding attention.
Her body swirling with the rhythm,
Tender thighs speaking of innocence.

An untainted youthful spirit.
Silence reigned, attention to the dance.
But particularly every breath was held,
By the beauty at the center.
Who obliviously danced her heart out.

I fell in love with her dark skin,
With her  youthful spirit and innocence.
But how long is she going to be innocent?
And her beauty undefiled!

Or, have you forgotten;
In a world full of cruel hands and souls,
No beauty remains untainted or innocence untouched?

Brenda
©2018.