Blood Beat

It's the staccato beat

the buzzing hum

I tap my feet

to the pounding drum

smooth and steady

nearly ready

music burning

body yearning

Sway to the swooshing melody

Samba sweet and eerily dreamy

pulsing

shocking

shaking

flowing

the rhythm of my heart

is the shot in the dark

the music of life

as I stroll

artsy, boho. classic sprays

splashes, colors, sins of days

steady on now 

thrum, thrum, thrum

Tom Tom, snare or cajon.

The flowing rhythm of the night

when blood boils and fever spikes

dancing, gliding, moving fast

the beat goes on the hours past.