Trance

                                   Tribe

     Tribal hum as the wet sweat swimming with pride on caramel cut skin
sliding and riding creamed curves like octopus wings
as bitten lips bleed please take heed
of these west coast tribal beats
said once left twice
killed a man thrice
open legs wide-eyed reveal thin ice
cold cold water washes soft skin
sand like crabs crawl in the moist caves
drip grinding waves as luck paves
open hips
grunge green vines wrap the lines of long legs
of a jaw with coconut sweet teeth then through sun glazed eyes
down the back into a crab cracked spine
red with finger marks imprinting a most private story
wrapping all over the hide
nuzzles under in and out
soothed the pack of hurt people
digging their toes in the beach floor
chew the meat
take off their clothes to enjoy the heat
spits at must into  the dust
open tall thick legs
dusted with sand and shells
sprinkled with rust
open tribal beat
the twang of the drum holds open wide arms
holding each slam to the ground
as they pound away the steam in the air
only because of fear
that we hair
if you bleed don't share
as I there was never a free made air
for her to wave her hair
dance only
by rust
red
feet
from mud we sink
pushed passed the bulging sexual brink
hidden skin kink
no hint no wink
diving into juicy pink
this dark is so deep
nothing die nothing weeps
chasing away leads
to creep
nothing die
nothing weeps
listen to this tribal beat