” A FLAMENCO”- MY 600th !

 A glass of sherry wouldn't scathe,
guessed she holding the glass in her palm,
on the lanes dark , dim lights sparked,
her scarlet skirt danced with the storm,
golden tresses swayed and hooked
every roving eye sneaked through
 the corner of their iris blue...
Gracefully she swung in rhythm on the Phyrgian mode
like a bird of elegance she flutters
Such a Flamenco on the street was neither seen nor heard,
she twirls and taps to the beats of the winds gorgeous,
she claps and waves with a spright so clean,demure
in love with the mountains
In romance with her self,
ecstatic entrancing
the true Roman becomes sensuous!