Variations: IV, by Conrad Aiken

Variations: IV

Here alone, unknown, in the darkness,
I watched you whirling above your shadow,
Soft in saffron, with dark hair jewelled,
And arms uplifted,   Dancing alone in the hissing spotlight..
You rise and fall on the wave of the music
Narrowing eyes at the light that dazzles,
Languidly smiling..   Beautiful, now, are your cold white shoulders..
If I were death, my hands might touch them;
If I were death, my mouth might kiss you,
Passionate dancer. - Conrad Aiken