We danced in the enchanted forest, children of pubescent bodies, children once again
danced to the sound of Kongo drums lifted from the shores of New Orleans, underneath the giant oaks and the drip of a primordial mist
sequined with rainbow-laced cobwebs catching the morning rays, where macaws screamed in the canopies of the trees
and we danced in the swamps haunted by the ghosts of slaves still picking that strange fruit
whose sap perfumed the air with an amber resin smell that made you want to swoon
with remembrance of pain, humiliation, anguish
Our feet made the ground shake and the drums beat to the purple morning's glory
We children of those swaying bodies, trumpeted the news of awakening.
<3 This reminds me of our session at Fev's! :)
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