Fascination

La Esmeralda dances on the worn cobblestones.

Her feet, as they touch the ground,

weave delicate messages

in a silent language

more intricate than Latin,

and more anciently beautiful

than that of the pharaohs.

Each gyration a phrase to be interpreted;

every gesture, all her motions

secrets known to but a few.

The smile glowing on her face

conveys a word

or two

to any that watch,

and softly, gently intrigues them.

Should any believe

that they comprehend

what her steps say,

the palpitation of the music

draws her away,

and her audience is left to wonder,

What did that flash of her skirts mean?