Foreign Flowers

She swings her hips in a sway,

foriegn to sour sounds,

showered her hair in soliloquy of shades,

shimmering the sparks of stray power in the rain away,

flipped to a side of saying hey,

voiced her name a dancer of no shame,

clapping to her claim, presented flowers,

handing hands away to music sang,

tunes and beats their feet shuffled the night away,

foreign of both two.