Ghazal of Gold
Red silks that wrap and hold; details inlaid with gold.
Bangles bright with bells held tight; jingles set in gold.
Her movement is a feat; it’s something to behold.
That royal beat; in transmuting stone to gold.
Her arms display a grace, from that the tales are told.
Movement right with steady pace; hands adorned in gold.
Her eyes are alchemy, tinctures that don’t withhold.
They connect with me, whilst coating my heart in gold.
Her hair’s black as despair; but nothing just as old.
Dark shades soaring through the air, spreading musk of gold.
Her voice leaves one in awe; it isn’t something sold.
As it moves us all, it’s pure honey mixed with gold.
A dance that is behest; encountered by Saleem.
From it we see the best; that is a dance of gold.