Birdlike

There she stands, An
olive maiden clade in fire and gold.
She caresses the sky with her palms
(nails of liquid amber) her hips sway,
feathers falling 'round soft kisses of skin.
Satins and silks move with a shaky silence
above places that may not be kissed, places,
that may not be touched. She moves with
stealth and grace as her arms move upward,
toward the god who would recieve her.
body glistening, in the flames sensual heat.
She sways, and haunts. Moves, and loves.
She bends, and shies. Her hair of hell
and her eyes of hazel. No drumbeats to
be heard. this dance is only for you.

A freewrite based on the Key words..Phoenix, dance