I Salome dance to the beat of worlds,
the sound of drums that pulse to heart's rhythm,
and moved to dance I rise and spin and whirl
until the world must move and sing my hymn.
I Salome swirl and dip and bend,
seduce with flashing legs and eyes too dark
to stay away. Good reason gives no friends
to me, only the dying dare to gawk.
Despite my pretty face I only hide -
I have no skills to meet a man, much less
to keep him. Other girls have learned to try
and lure them in, but this I can't confess.
No matter what you think I must confess
I look but do not act the lioness.
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