Trippin

cantor
Night of sway
She flutters like flame
Grass beneath brushed away
Owning to her sway

A night of fire,
In the desolate hills of Midwest paint
Her skirt bounces to the rhythm of drum
Beside the fire higher than the heaviest sky

Palms pulse, feet resolute
I'm affixed and tamed like the beast
Conga beats, symbols shatter the night
I'm enslaved, seduced by the nameless blue eyes

Night sway
Each flutter by drum
She's the controller
And I'm stuck with concrete block feet

Published by cantor

Im a college student spending his time over the summer in florida paradise, and havin a great chill time. My career goals are in microfinance and public policy, and love a good campaign. ~*j.k.livin everyone!  View profile

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