The Drum Circle

This is passion as I had never imagined,

the heart of each beating as one with all,

with the we, and beyond.

Each dancer is a revelation.

Ah, the fire and the sugared wine of the senses,

rolling like one sinuous wave, faster, slower,

blending desire in your sway and thrust.

And You...

I see the very stars in the curve of your wrist,

your breath humming inward...into Goddess...into me.

The passions around and in you are sacrament, and the smell of it.

I am the pulse and the power that moves you to sway,

yearning toward that nameless mystery that is its own desire.

The rolling of the drums is light and earth, sea and fire and wind.