The sun goes down as we
step onto the floor, a
mass of undulating hips and
desperate gasps for breath,
all driven by percussion, drum beats hard,
fast, moving us quicker through the night.
Eyes lazily sweep across, settling
on a handful of people, a smile
brings them to the group, where they
join in the movement of one
crushing mass of arms and legs,
feet constantly moving until
You wrap your arm around my waist
and guide me out, exhausted,
until we are cloaked in stars.
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