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Her big eyes bordered with kohl
made blackness dance with other colors,
without much harmony and with charm
Her native plaits hurried
lifeless flowers into effusive steps
Rapt, I watched her rapturous
bangles become carousels of pure passion
on her jewel-girt arms
An ornamented navel, a moon
fluttering on an angry sea,
like sacred rice
on a twisting plate
Her reed-like hips winding,
faltering, lingering, whirring in delirium
Seductive expressions
Jingling toes ravished with delight,
belly celestially panting,
bosom echoing bridal heartbeats
Body swaying and swinging to the
magical serpent-like flute
Her feet bending like weeds
billowing in a serenading wind
Long fingers and hands now
like swans gliding on a smooth lake
now like a cobra ready to sting
then like hungry crocodiles
she hosted the feast of her beauty
and fed my promiscuous eyes
Amit Parmessur hails from the fabulous island of Mauritius. Despite limited opportunities in his country, he has worked hard to polish his poetry. He has been published in around sixty magazines since starting to submit his poems in late 2010. Burnt Bridge, Scythe, Calliope Nerve, Clockwise Cat, Clutching at Straws, Leaf Garden Press and The Houston Literary Review are some of the places where he has appeared.