The Last Dance
Your lecherous eyes bore through
These veils,
Don't think your recent elevated status
Will make me drop my defences
Or these veils...
But tonight I need to forget,
I need to forget
Your eyes that violate me.
I need to believe for once
My frozen feet and stiff body
Are capable of motion.
Tonight I will dance,
I will dance
My last dance
Before I offer my head on a platter.
I, Salome, shed my veils
And prepare for the sacrifice.
These veils,
Don't think your recent elevated status
Will make me drop my defences
Or these veils...
But tonight I need to forget,
I need to forget
Your eyes that violate me.
I need to believe for once
My frozen feet and stiff body
Are capable of motion.
Tonight I will dance,
I will dance
My last dance
Before I offer my head on a platter.
I, Salome, shed my veils
And prepare for the sacrifice.
Labels: poetry
Selected by incognito |
17:02 |
5 Comments:
Well, well! "And do I have the right to smile?"
John the Baptist :)
But roles reversed, what? ;)
:-)no, actually was addressing Herod - Salome's uncle-father...
*Chuckle*
Someone's staging Oscar Wilde's "Salome" at Indigo in Bombay - wish we could be there! :(
J t B
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