La niña de la luna

   In veils of torture you're moving your limbs

And secret, misterious whispers escape your lips

And embraced by the timide rays of the setting sun,

    You smile; and the fingers firmly run

Along the strands of your black hair

    With grace     and     teasing flair. 

  Your moves;   unspoken, heavy words, 

Your glances; unsettled fire and game of swords;

  Shape of the mouth; describing a cold cave

And long legs for which the stars crave. 

Dancing smiles and dancing hands; 

            Dancing soul, untamed lands. 

Sweet daughter of the moon...

           The night is coming soon... 

Reviews

[Matching Socks]

Enjoyed reading this poem of yours, it had such a soft delicate feel to it.

[VandaQ]

Thank you for your review and for the read~ I like your style and enjoyed a great deal reading your creations, as well~ ^^