Drum-rumbling, Rattling, Rolling.
Sensuous waving patterns
woven into lilting contrapointal modes.
Joyful cumming melodies we sing
to syncopated heartbeats.
Lightning!
flashing like Shiva's glinting blade,
slid quick between the ribs.
Laughing. Surrendering.
Rapture!
As now, the same as it ever was.
Deep in the night we breath as one
with the drums of sweet reunion
after all these centuries.
LG
