I stretch myself in dim lit rooms,
Ribs rippling my torso,
Hips circling circling circling.
If I could shimmy my way
Into a fortunate life
I would have done it already.

Chest lifted--
A belly roll.
My hips fly underneath me.
The ground vibrates up my body.
I flutter my shoulders,
Shaking off the day: the great burden.
I don't feel you staring.

Like a healing fist
the drum beats into me,
Moves me like a lovers touch.
I am lost in the swing of my own hips.
Belly shimmering with sweat,
Head tossing,
I am released.

I shake and shake
My breath is part of the music
My heart and the drum