She dances through the flower-filled room –

Sea-green eyes a-sparking.

Or are they blue? The message clear:

Seduce the master, winking.



Dainty feet circles inscribe 

Upon the frozen parquet.

Arabesque in compound time:

Stately Pavane or Bourée.



Sultry smile, come hither gaze –

Black hair softly shining.



Calls me up to half-lit bed.

Sweet cloud with golden lining.



Oh, so young with ageless smile –

Born of ungodly maker

Draws me: moth to candle bright –

Fiery pleasure-seeker.



She dances through the flower-filled room –

Sea-green eyes a-sparking.

It’s Rupi’s dance: the message clear.

Her movement does the talking.