gullets bubbling out, pulsing in
quivering, bouncing to the tribal drums
and animals calling, howling, awoooooing to their dozens of lovers
ow ow owwww into the night,
shouting out of primal delight in the rising stars like Chinese lanterns
hundreds of them glowing against the black backwoods night
we pound the ground, we glee at our feet stomping the hard packed dirt, kicking up dust for our limbs to bend and wander lithely through, blithely turning up our open bony necks to the sky--
the dust, the smoke lingers,
lingers
lingering on the fresh
mountain dew--
jubilance
awakening
clarity
ethereal
subliminal
MOTHER EARTH: consume us, possess us, move us:
THIS IS MY BODY, IT SHALL BE GIVEN UP FOR YOU
take of my shell and pour out the purple of my soul, dance and splash in me as I weave out a path through the weeds, the briars, the drums of the MOUNTAINSIDE
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