my percussion

The ancient beat
facing the skin skin
pays my muscles.
My body screams
For the palms,
incubated stasis
by distant sounds.
My blood slave
purifies the spirit
the frantic pace of your dance.
Angels & Demons
armistice signing
shedding sweat.
Blank stares
showing me the way
of my own destruction.
I love your moves
patrons of your breath.
I am the voice forgotten in time
the throats shamanic