raising energy
They move in circles, deosil,
endlessly flowing to and fro,
layers of colours and textures
floating around and behind bodies
of passion and
mounting energy.
They swivel and turn:
hips to the right, to the left,
or tucked in unsure,
momentum-propelled streams.
Pulled along, or pulling,
waves of sound, tone, volume,
harmony, pulse,
pushing at the group's barrer of ecstasy.
Skin grips skin, or caresses
as they spin,
on and on until
magic is mated with
the conscious will.
Until Nature, humanity,
and Divine are one.
by Sabrina