The Djembe beat
In my hips
Calls
and
Responds
To the Agave-like taste
Of his lips
Rythmic
Passionate
Sync
O
Pated
Inundated
Waters
Become
Un-Still
Yet still deep
and
Where there is
Water there is
LIFE
ready to be
born again
and again
again and
again
Ryhtmic
Passionate
Sync
O
Pated
Inundated
He
Travels freely
Between hills and valleys
Swims upon welcoming
Shores and
Rides waves
To the Djembe beat
In his hips
Call-ing
and
Respond-ing
to the warmth
and reception
of my
Lips
.................
I like the direction of this poem! Maybe if done aloud, I could see how your layout or delivery is given. Not that this HAS to be done orally. The sraggered stanzas are what I'm looking at, in terms of how you're laying the emphasis on each phrase. "Rhythm in the hips"...very nice, imagery, beautiful, creative! Some corrections here. Overall, the emotion is felt :)
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