Her skirt is long
His smile is wide
The air starts to hum
A circle of drums
Her hair is pink
His shoes are off
She crawls on all fours
He pounds with his palms
She joins the dance
His eyes are closed
She bows tribal calls
He feels in his bones
She’s djembe joy
He clinks a chime
She taps a tattoo
He’s tambourine bliss
A prayer is sighed
Percussion psalm
A paean to Love
A circle of drums
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