Dancer Of Luzon Poem by Jerome Brooke

Dancer Of Luzon



Dancer, spinning in silk, turn to me,
I do burn.
Lady in black, Maid of Fire, burn me,
Come, return.

Spin, Daughter of Copper, all in rags,
Full of fire.
You are fair, I am old, you too must die,
You will tire.

Dancer, free as the tiger, show your claws,
Slay my torn heart.
Princes of the Waves, see my shriveled legs,
Kill with your art.

Maiden of Night, in dark silk, spin to me,
Prince of the Lie.
Come to me, Lady Mine, take my hand,
To my palace fly.


From my Dark Sea of Sulu (Amazon Books)
Sulu is a cycle of fantasy poems.

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Jerome Brooke

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Evansville, Indiana
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