Sorcery Onstage
As a tiara of lights blushes on cheeks
with rhythmic sorcery, I breathe in the fire
under the open moonlight,
and velvet curtains unfold
on one evening’s tapestry…
the heart pulses with a podium
of tantric notes bound
to release some lithe madness ,
as silhouettes appear like rugged capes
grating the first tempo of Latin blues.
Now, go! Cuddle it, taste it , snort it…
whatever the spirit releases
in a mix of bass, sax, and percussion;
this rhapsody of notes devours my breasts
slaying the hours to climb past reality…
each tilted croon floods my being
that I am gone somewhere,
among the clouds of tribal rapture
one with the universal float in a dance,
in tears heating along crowded aisles
while the neon bulbs onstage shuts off.
6/6/2015
Craig Cornish's Concert
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2015
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