Flamingo Dancer

Where do I go when my feet
Gently touch down; ocean bound
Such a long way from home
The heart is just a tag along,
A sacred diversion;
Distraction – once an albatross…
I am still finding my way
Vein to vein slight of hand,
Magic tricks and treats
Feed the beast, but never look away
Flamingo Dancers seductively sway;
Castanets click, floreo a turning of the wrist
…and finger tips…finger tips

© 2021 TrilbyYates