This is for the dancer/percussionist/singer in Albino, who danced a dance that made my heart soar tonight.

the slips of
hips run
rampant in my mind.

her
undeniable
undulations
like
(if i could whisper
in your ear i’d tell you)
a fluidity of belief
that opens that drowsing eyelid
planting in my forehead
a singing branch of golden glow
that seeks out infinite awakening.

see

occasionally the slip of tongue-serpent flicking
between lips made cherry-blossom red by my stare—
to wet anew for newfound journey into (song
does not describe that)
voice of light chambering my ears.

afterwards i
sit at home in this
post-stupor of soaking sweat
like carnality collapsed—
eat watermelon with a spoon
and feel in every drip of
sticky-sweet a repeat of her gaze.

shouldn’t call it music;
so unwrapped has that term become
of calculations meant to separate us from
our truth as animal-being-pounding-blood

no this—

the promethean unbound—
screaming havoc and bearing fire in
taunt of gods long past their time

the sway cannot be vanished.
in closed eyes behind inky-blackness of flickering light
it every onward go—
the beating of my pulse reflected
in her beating feet on steadied stage.

i drift to slumber with
a deep long breaths and think:
tonite i saw a dancer dance—
in meadowed chaos borne i saw

and listen:
that woman there
the one i speak of now
was woman yes, but more as well.

in endless beating of the drum i say i saw
the goddess dancing in her skin.