Ana Dances

Delicate as a dollop of morning dew.
Effervescent as a red merlot.
Ana dances her way.
A tantalizing petal on the Destiny's wind.
Ana dances her way.
She's under your skin.
You feel her thoughts,
you betroth her desire like a soul mate
anticipating her action.
Her pain is deep.
Beelzebub tormenting her petite physique.
A war raging in her womb,
searching for solstice.
Equilibrium in the face of unrest.
Seasoned like a courtesan, she knows the game.
But a little girl craves candy from the corner drugstore.
Bobby socks rolled down,
Licking a sugar stick striped with peppermint.