I want to and have done the dance of barefoot fun

Warm sand

Grounding barefoot toes

Sinking, expanding, compounding the ground below

Exotic drums beating and pounding their soundings

In surroundings

Waves are vibrations striking, rippling

Pressing off my chest 

Figures running through waves of hair

Pushing it back to bare, fresh sweat glistening

On the forehead of deer and bear

Wild, expressing instincts

Who are we here and there

Touching 

Desires that smell of musk,

Heightened during dusk

Pink, purple and blue touch your face

With their hue, space 

To heal 

Grace of bodies waving and weaving as the wind

In love here

Then be it now as tribal vow amongst the brow of you know who knows how

We are dancing in the dream of remembering of here and now