Lamenting hands caress
A somber beat, soft at first.
But soon his sober beat, it fades
And a fire begins to take its place.
A thunderous sound—tribal, primal—
Takes a hold and turns him wild.

His song, it calls to her;
Wraps her tight in its embrace,
And draws her to his pounding drum.
Dancing toes trace maps across the mud;
Her body moves, helplessly
Molded by his melody.