Rupi's Dance - Ian Anderson

She dances through the flower-filled room —

Sea-green eyes a-sparking

Or are they blue?

The message clear:

Seduce the master, winking

Dainty feet circles inscribe

Upon the frozen parquet

Arabesque in compound time:

Stately Pavane or Bourée

Sultry smile, come hither gaze —

Black hair softly shining

Calls me up to half-lit bed

Sweet cloud with golden lining

Oh, so young with ageless smile —

Born of ungodly maker

Draws me: moth to candle bright —

Fiery pleasure-seeker

She dances through the flower-filled room —

Sea-green eyes a-sparking

It’s Rupi’s dance: the message clear

Her movement does the talking