I'll dance on my toes,
against the lustrous embers.
Swinging my hands with my hips,
like women do.
You'll look at me from behind our fire,
your sole tapping a rhythm;
that like destiny
I dare not fight.
And I'll know as my feet swivel marks into the black soot
like Hindu symbols,
and as my as hair curls against the Indian fever
that your fervid eyes,
have nothing to do with the fire that lights your face.
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