dance with me...

“brown skin…you know I love your
brown skin…”

the melody floats from india’s throat
to coat me from head to toe
while the guitar seduces
in coaxing slopes, undressing
the keys while she continues confessing…

“I can’t tell where yours begins…
I can’t tell where mine ends…”

I’m drawn into you like strokes of
a flame thrust upon the canvas
of a rapture untamed
I fold into your frame
a dormant temptation
stoked ablaze
by the motion of
our rhythmic illustration

“brown skin…up against
my brown skin…”

our limbs bend
to blend unending into
one movement
one groove fermenting
into one sensation
cementing us into
one intertwined emotion

“need some every
now and then…”