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Primordial
The lights flash on
as the music begins
to play.
Rhythm flows smoothly
and the bodies move
to the beat.
Heat begins to rise,
the sound pulses
deep through the skin.
Vibrating bones and
making the mind crazy,
seduction ripe in the air.
Emulating primitive ritual
with a whole new style
still the tone speaks of
lust love.
In all the modern groove
it cannot be hid, what we
are and where we come
from.
Evolution goes only so
far, we still answer to
and ancient call.
Mimicking the undulations
of beats of wild, flashing
bright colors with a show of
our most provocative features.
So much and yet so little
to distinguish from a past
of feral courtship.
7:42 PM - 6/24/2006 -
Untitled Comment
Very beautiful poem. I like it a lot.
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