Song I danced to long ago
Play it again, just for me
Find the rhythm with nimble fingers
Lure forth Terpsichore from her slumber.
Does the rhythm still move you?
What would it take to shake you?
Hips swirling like smoke, henna-ed hands?
Lips glossy with honeyed words?
Make me feel that doumbek strike
Lure me with masmoudi beat
Make my fingers yearn for zills
And then yell “Yalla Habibi!”
And when I am taken up in it
And I undulate under your skin
Will you keep the beat steady
And zaghareet for me?
(c) Stacie Ferrante
3-3-08
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