Vitis vinifera

Through  all centuries and  all the nights,

 All that a girl wants is to dance.

To do it like the first woman did,

so long ago,

around that first fire and that hot summer night when she pulled out spells and wonders from the blazes

To dance is to have power, for all around her to see.

and get lost in a red light, in a red dream

Perhaps she was feeling misplaced, alone.

Perhaps she was like a wild grape,

and in spite of all her textures and flavors

all that a girl wants is to be seen.