The heat of a Latin beat washes over and through me
Gabriel’s horns, Spanish guitars, conga drums, maracas
Steamy, sweaty, silver and black, moonlit tropical nights
Red-hot, sensual, scorching, yellow sunlit dripping days
Ancient soul rhythms of passion, yearnings, celebration, loss
Primal dance of entangled eternal spirits and impermanent earthly bodies
Patty Prewitt
March 28, 2005
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