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Drumbeat (Rachel Jackson- Lafayette, LA)

The hands of my love are rough and calloused deep
So wide the palms and spaces 'tween their fingers.
With care, upon my hips, quick rhythms they do beat.
Although my love's away his echo lingers.

Upon me he drums; his eyes are always closed.
His tranquil face, it sways from side to side.
Within my bones a sweet vibration grows
As beats dance from my belly to my thighs.

So steady the tapping of my lover's hands
Rhythms closely ordered yet they flow.
The changes in their sequence, I do not understand.
The point from which they come, I do not know.

Yet just as he provides the base for joining melodies
My love, for me, is strong and sound; he is my steady beat.

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