I taste the bass of drums and heat
flames mouth encouragement to my feet
enveloped in friendship and a chaos beat
words and rhythm, hot and sweet
the smell of your heart beating
startles my sensibility
blue and red I sing your arms to feed me
carry my voice with you
that I might remember its taste
when your eyes shuffle to greet me
still honest in the morning
Thursday, October 18, 2007
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