Flamenco fury of storied rhythms
tapping shoes of hungry iron
rhythmic feet at the helm
intensive legs and flailing skirts
drums of the flesh
of palpitating hearts of passion
music of the anxious spirit
swimmers in the liquid music
poetic arms kneading the pliant air
of tinted crimson and sweet ebony
twisting it into exotic stories
knighted riders of the new moon
‘neath the heavens and o’er the forests
supple storied fingers entwining
stroking the pliant air
twisting caressing weeping
singing to each other
tendrils of a clinging love
loving each other
spiraling up into the heavens
telling intensive stories with
liquid words and fiery thoughts
music from a million guitars
and a quiet sigh of the roses
a melody climbing into the abyss
into the heart of the unknown
a journey to an exotic paradise
into a virgin rain forest
into high waters in a high sky
suspended between heaven
and the smell of the roses
flamenco dances passion embodied
stories written love intensified
air of pleasure air of passion
air of poetic visions
as dancers dance and music floats
passion riding feet in heavy rhythm
pounding through the floors
up to throbbing crescendos
until lovers expire
until the music tires
and the guitars give up
to the all consuming fires