Human drums, we are
human drums more resonant on the upper back
than the thighs, the sacrum.
These moments we share are a serein on
the brightest day of summer, the red sun setting
like a sweet lollipop swallowed by the most devoted demigod
over a concrete jungle, reaching for each other's
lifelines--yours broken, mine too long
And we beat and thump and tap and clap
this rhythm distracts me from my dark night of the soul
And in hermitude I will wait for the dark knight of the soul
to hoist me onto his shoulder and away from this life
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