A Primal Invitation

The drumbeats slowly with my heart

Can’t seem to focus in whole or in part.

My arms swaying wildly in the breeze.

As I walk upon the dirty sand with ease

I stop before the bonfire’s mighty flame.

There’s got to be something else to blame.

Than just being lost in the rhythm

The night is alive with a primal sound.

As drums and fire circle around

My mind wanders, my spirit roams free.

Lost in the moment, where I’m meant to be.

The beat echoes through my very soul

As I surrender to its powerful control

There’s no need for words, just this sensation.

A fiery rhythm, a primal invitation

I dance and spin, lost in the night.

My heart and soul, taking flight.

Until the final beat, when the fire dies

Leaving me breathless, with starry eyes.

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