Statues await inspiration to dance
Fervours’ passion in the first glance
Gypsy rapture deep in the soul
Only when danced, they become whole
Gently curved backs, arms perfect set
The ache of sorrow not to forget
Slightly cupped hands around neck high
Expressions of torment catch the eye

Pass back to back in staccato beat
Deliciously frenzied movement of feet
Chest to chest, the breath of her sigh
Body heat clings as she passes by
Rhythm vibrates clear to the ground
Sensitive and wholly profound

Aroma of leather and fragrant perfume
Completely intoxicating the room
Scarves and flowers set in the hair
Bailaoras lost in a hypnotic stare
‘Duende’, the force that’s sent to inspire
Trance-like fixation burning with fire
A moment’s emotion – this inner drive
To feel the Flamenco – is to be alive!!