traditional

Eyes as clear as a piece of glass
chipped off of a blue vase
tangerine gold and lapis lazuli blue
a liquid fabric flowing over your cappaccino skin
hands formed into moving fans
trickling along an invisible current
a face illuminated by pure joy
radiating a new entity
that I am captivated by
we make eye contact and you tell me to move my body
to the rhythmic, enchanting sounds of your music
my eyes are fixated while reaching out to touch you
I'm lost in your tradition
I'm lost in your land