V. Jacinthia Express

Hair like charcoal fire flies free as it frames The Candelabra.
Crimson candles threaten to light the gleaming tresses.
Glistening emeralds hide beneath curtains of ebony silk.
Flowing tawny expanses cover The Candelabra's body.
A phoenix wades on the meniscus of her back,
limbs of molten honey pulse to the tambal,
and skirts flutter like hummingbird wings as she spins.
Vermilion and azure clothe falls from The Candelabra.
Jewelry of ochroid coins tinkle at her hips, wrists and ankles.
Graceful and lithe; she never falls
nor does The Candelabra drop her candles.
All Romanian men dream of beautiful The Candelabra.


This is about a well known gypsy beauty. From the point of view of a traveler that has heard of her but not seen her this is his description of his first sighting of her.