I want to move

to the beat

of a lover’s

drum

the way it

runs through

the desert

and the way

it catches

in my throat

as my body

sways

and becomes

one with

the drum

mother

Africa

on my tongue

long legs

and gazelle

like dancing

in a world

where only

music is life

and magic

means murders

are meaningless

and a matters

movement

is unnecessary

because all living

things are necessary

for the circle

to continue

beat builds

i am caught off

guard at the solo

performed

starring me

center stage

and in action

full of promise

and long-lasting

every eye

catches the drift

of my movement

the ease

at which I get

into it

and then

when the end

seems near

I pick it up

drop it back

and bring forth

the rear

gyrating to love

on the floor

in the middle

of nowhere

acknowledging

no one

and nothing

but life

in the sound

of drum

 

FJ original 2016