vital

something vital, glowing in the embers
pointing to your sweet sweet centre
the place from which comes the nectar

take two fingers, run them
gently,
painting skies where only clouds existed

dancing, dancing
around the truth like a great fire
searing black night

fever’d feet stomping wildly
voices rise and fall in time
with the rhythm of bodies

unknown to the moment,
ecstasy is but a word reserved for
tomorrow morning