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by Carolyn Fredericks
Drums resound, fill, feed
Full in the hollow clarity of night,
The deep mellow richness
Body melting softly
Into thick flow of motion.
Shapes melded together, sweet spice
Of grass, interlace of smell, touch,
Rolling browns and cinnamon barefoot
Toes circle over, arches and whorls blend
One and one.
Feet arched up, stretch to meet
Gentle press of hands on back,
Down of cheek on chest, on shoulder
Fingers running whispered
Through tangled shivers of hair
Breath's comfort on brow
Rhythmic, quickening like drumbeat.
© Copyright 1997, Carolyn Fredericks, All Rights Reserved.
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Document last modified on: 12/01/1997