Brazilian Soul

Our hearts dance, in the face of breathing heat. Our fingers like twine, grasping the breeze. A fierce beat, alive. Inviting me to come. Beckoning. Washing in the wave of magic, rising from the depths. I hear the music. The drums. The rhythm. The primal tap, of song and dance. Our secret. The crowd roars at our performance. A festival, in each moment. We offer it to the world. And bathe in applause. There, your eyes meet mine. At the door to a dream. Your hair like a creature of the sea. Flowing, pulsing, translucent. In a grassy field on a summers day, you and I dance, Brazilian Soul.