A Response To Music

Tears cover lashes that have forgotten what heaven feels like A somber revival rids the mind of its burning passion The want. subtle jealousy, and yearning gone With a mere head bob and shoulder roll In a dance club or spy movie Where they prep for a fight Pursed lips in front of a low rider A foot tap Hips shaking to a high energy heartbeat Like girls on a roadtrip Who dream of a secret meadow with a lover Spinning in circles that hike the trail of life Peace takes on a techno beat Bodies grinding in a building mystery Thoughts wrap around the need to accomplish To help, hope, and try for the finish line Open mouths belt ballads outside windows Desire turns into a hypnotic trance Of gypsies dancing with hip rolls in eight Reverting to simpler times, begging For the open penetration of minds in a contemporary flow