The wamth of a butterfly..the dance of a woman

Dance is something, a dancer never misses, because it usually never leaves you, with time you add to it another facet of yourself..While on my on and oft dance routine today, I was reminded of Cleo de Merode and sat down to write a few lines..urged by some unknown urge-

My dance, its elegance, its waywardness,

Its slight intimacy,

Is like you and your caress-

Your touch so profound

Like the khol in my eyes,

My circle of love complete,

In the balance of forces-

Both yours and mine.

And yet all too sudden and short.

I kiss your shadow,

Flitting and suddenly incomplete-

Without the lust of whispered edifices,

into you-

Your eyes shut, to my tremble of resonance

And warmth like a butterfly

In some belly.

And now when I look back,

Curled up like a cat,

I'm content, rendered useless

Of all that needs to be done-

Careless and seem-less in my crawl.

© 2012 Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury

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