Rich

and the smell of sweat filled the room
but no one cared
her slow gyrations held their eyes
held hostage their senses
the music didn't matter
the only rythm they could feel
was the one with which she moved
slow, like moving through water
everything was in slow motion with her
fast, like some drug induced madness
the air around her blurred
the muscles rippling beneath her clothes
enticing and mysterious

her eyes were closed
treacherous orbs that could steal your soul
if you could stand to look
like the white of the fire, so were the black of her eyes

her lips moving
reciting some ancient incanation
the air around her was sharp
the minds around her dull
entranced, she leapt through
technicolor fields and pastel skies
and we followed her down
into the caves where ancient man lived
posessed by primal spirits
we enacted their glorious rituals
with her as our goddess
and entrusted with our souls
she danced still
and threw our souls as offerings
to her hungry gods
and threw her own as well
and we followed her down
wandering, soulless through the shadows
the memory of her dance never faded

and souls unloved
she doesn't exist
our world is less without her

and the music grew so loud
we could not hear our hearts beating in our ears
and know that we're alive