Dancing Day

  1. Melodies and syncopated rhythms ring in my ear
    Bass bleeding into my skin
    Pulsating drums pace my cardio cadence
    My soul fed through damp grass on the soles of my feet
    Gyrating hips churning warm wind
    A soft hand touches my face
    I see my reflection in kind eyes of a lover who mirrors my movements
    The taste of black cherry balm from our last kiss hang on my tongue after licked lips
    The caress of sunshine charging my melanin
    Sweat painting paths down my body
    White sage smoke streaming into nostrils
    My spirit sings vibrating out to the universe

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