Purple sky,
tinged with dark cobalt blue…..
I sense my soul turn inside out for you.
Full moon mistress
swirls her ivory gown,
trimmed with majestic lace
handmade in town
by women in French vintage shops
on Siene,
that have peculiar, interesting names.
Hypnotizing siren,
you entrance
me with your white soprano belly dance…
and when
you draw your hand back
and are through,
should I sacrifice myself to you?
Sara Fielder
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sacrifice-81/
