original piece, poem, poetry, writing

Pulses

Swept

in the magic of no endings and beginnings

limelight centres hushed chants

reigning the rhythm

glittering glamour confines

tantalizing, shimmering, romantic

smoke wraps around leaves

breathe in the bittersweet electric

plucking strings, tapping drums

an undetonated bomb swaying

flirtatiously, recklessly, gleefully

limbs fluidly clicking

to each demanding beat.

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