Seeking her Utopia

Like a
whirlwind
she dances
with great
merriment,
her hair with
amber glow
cascades
taking flight,

she moves
to the
rhythm
as if in
a trance,
an endearing
energy of
effervescence,

body lithe
twirling...
shimmering
round their
blazing
camp fire,
as the fiddler
plays to her
burning desire,

gestures tell of
thoughts not
always clear,
a snippet
of a chant,
her fragrance
exotic...eager
to please...
a landscape
of dreams
only her
people see,

to flourish
under a soft
corn moon,
her loved ones
to blossom
and bloom,
kisses soft
as morning
dew on
moistened
grass...lips
to touch
soft skin,
as sweet
juices flow,
like biting
into a
ripe pear,

her blessings
are many,
blending
light...
movement
within the
dance,
as the pretty
young girl
seeks Utopia,