Dance of the Apsaras

Warmest sunny summer fragrance
now that bright to fiery meadows
shine in golden light
come into the centre
and let the wind of my breath come
into the centre too
now my breath touches this core
smell the sun’s carpet
taste the best dewdrops
seduce the shoulders
into mobility and onward
to snake arms of womanhood
from the longing in the hips
stable like a flower and yet
unfolding in all directions
so gorgeous and bright
what you are hearing are
instructions
for freedom