the light tapping of bare feet on packed dirt
the dust rising in tiny hurricanes
to whisper at the beaded hem
covering your ankles

stage lights or swaying stalks of wheat
swaying in time to tatooed hips
designs clinging to the perfect curves

beneath the blaze of blue
the raging oceans of applause
the silence in my mind expands

watching your body move
taking me back
to the wilderness.