Gypsy Of The Night Poem by Adryan Barnathan

When the Moon
grows high
Her flames
ignite
Burning like
an ember bright
warming all
who come
into her light


Camping out
the wind blows
thru her
Layers of costume
flowing against
legs that dance
and arms
that bellow
like wings

Gypsy of the Night
dances with serpent desire
Her naked flesh
glistening in her light
She'll lay you down
with passion fire

Darkness plays
in her charms
entrancing eyes
to follow her
ancient cries
across the land
She's the Gypsy
of the Night