When I saw Cressida’s post I immediately related:
- I took a belly dancing class once. (The only thing I lacked was the right costume)
- I listened to Santana in the late 60’s. (when it was harder than now to see my belly.)
- I will write a Black Magic Haiku too. (about my own belly dancing):
belly heaves to the music.
That’s not all that heaves.
Now! Listen to the music, watch the belly, read Cressida’s accompanying poem
and if you have any imagination picture me!
Santana ~ Black Magic Woman with sensational belly dancer
Black Magic Woman
By Cressida de Nova
mesmerising alla black magic woman
dancing on the desert sand
in the cool moonlight
with her belly breasts and moves
black magic at work
white men sell their souls
for a temptress like this jewel
lambs to the slaughter
i watch them crying
wallets emptied no airline
ticket to go home