Seduction, Part Ii

It was her dress, it flitted up towards the sky, carmine, draped down slender back, dark seams and shadowed folds. Her head swung back throwing soft hair against hard music, loud, horns and drums, strings being strummed. She laughed and sang, hugged and pushed away. Delicate toes created small lines in the dirt, a light fog of dust. The mist from the sea was drawn to her skin, Under red, yellow, and orange lanterns, she glowed, the lines bobbed in the wind. From the island, we were marionettes. But our beach, It was providence. We were dancers.