Frenzy

Tintinnabulations of hyper Jamaican drums

Furious beats of mad mystic, possessed souls

Nomads dance in frenzied ecstasy

Swing of hips,  breast are falling on sand

The oceans frays and sprays 

its waves lost, beats with the dancers feet

Blue is almost gold in the dark

Stars freed from sky panic and strive

In endless gestures beneath the feet

Her feet are miracles  on the moonlit sand

Not one imprint of footsteps of her  dance

It flew away  and found a home on winds 

The rum is dark, but the drunks are darker

Bikinis are strings tied to the heart

Nakedness of men strung to woman's hips

Are rhythms that beat in time with lime