A Meeting of Souls

A simple poem about a drum beat.

Lamenting hands caress

A somber beat, soft at first.

But soon his sober beat, it fades

And a fire begins to take its place.

A thunderous sound-tribal, primal-

Takes a hold and turns him wild.

 

His song, it calls to her;

Wraps her tight in its embrace,

And draws her to his pounding drum.

Dancing toes trace maps across the sand,

Her body moves, helplessly

Molded by his melody. 

Reviews

[cfix]

Such a powerful verse. You second one. This is amazing

[V.B.]

"Her body moves, helplessly / Molded by his melody. "

Really, really strong finish. I love the way these lines roll off the tongue. They kind of get into my head and bounce around in there like an echo. Well done!