The beat of drums
rise out above the crowd
They stand motionless
eyes cast about, anxious
The pounding continues
rushing through them
coursing through veins
Eyes close to the world
all else fades, but the beating
the music spirals
through the night
hands begin to move
soon the feet begin to follow
Unconscious movement
Hips sway with the beat
bodies feeling the heat
of the fire raging before them
And the thrumming continues
Growing faster, harder
potent and overwhelming
People entranced by music
moving in synch with each pummel.
Bodies writhing, sweat building
drums pounding, calling on the soul
Speaking to the wild spirit
held within, trapped.
Body against body
hand intertwined with hand
legs moving, hips gyrating
Heat rising and the beat goes on.
A simple drum
A single player
seduction of the senses
Release of carnal desires
played out in a dance
Hands, mouths, legs, hips
grinding, touching, swaying
Concluding with one last strike
leaving the seduced, breathless
gasping and longing.
Waiting until next the player
strikes up the beat again.
And the fire is rekindled.