She was wild in a way that was swaying and ancient It was not a crazy whipping about of emotion But a building swell and a powerful and slow release But most did not understand this So when they touched her hips They just held on But she needed someone To do so much more than hold on She needed that slow So slow you didn’t know it was happening Slow steering Gentle erosion Like the water does to the mountain The wind to the desert She needed those ancient drums To keep her rhythm To loose her demons To be free