Chant And Sing This Dance... Poem by Anthony Edmond John

Kpom, Kpom..Jim Jim,
These sounds of our snake skin drums...
kongti..kongti..kom..kom..tim..tim...
This one has emanated from our herbivore skin drums...
Its a mixture of pleasure and ecstacy...
I see your energy maybelle...
keep the swings coming...
keep My skin burning...
Oh! Keep My fantasy purring...
Two levels above our sweat glands...
This energy is above human dimensions..
Maybelle tell Me some truth..'Its got some spiritual edge right? '...
Comeon..Chant and Sing this dance...
bounce and skip to this jazz...
Hum and whistle this rhumba...
No man is an island...
No man is an island...
These tales from clitoria's island...
Whew...keep Chanting, Keep Singing this dance...
As I reminisce..I still hear those passion filled words coming..Oh deeper.. Oh sweeter...
Take Me...
What panache.