I Feel Comfort In An Innate Rhythm

Toes digging into the warm sands

Black Earth anticipating a syncopated weight

Burning embers sprawled out and naked to an open sky

I feel comfort in an innate rhythm…

Scarlet cloth and yellow dyes

Wrapped around sun-kissed arms raised high

I hear the belts from curled high pitched tongues

Carrying the sage of wisdom and dreams

A count

1…2…3…

Embracing the sway in my hips

Their turns brush with the night air

Drums brazen with emotion in tune with the night flames

I feel comfort in an innate rhythm…

Tides laughing at a full moon

Carelessly and cautiously aware of my timing

I laugh and yell with bent knees and strong hair

Curled and tangled

Free

A crown adorned in the blues and deep earth tones full of spirit

I feel comfort in an innate rhythm…

Heart pounding

Chambers like clapped hands

Unwavering through steadied breaths

Lungs filled with tribal callings

Thighs…legs…heels

Thunder pulsates through my body

Crushing chains and weighted cries

Tears flowing around trees that stare in awe

A pirouette of joy

My lips kiss the hymns of a cadenced chorus

Muscle recalling memory passed down in a mangrove of blood

I dance…I dance…I dance…

Falling onto the broken night I close my eyes

A surrendered lover

My ears tightly embraced by a melody that transcends oceans and time

I feel warmth…I feel love…I feel reason to all stanza and tribute...

I feel comfort in an innate rhythm…