Necessity.

It's so chilly in this place that
we dance with blankets draped about our bodies.
The shift in the sun's winter alignment (and your broken
thermostat)
will not stop our desire
to play.
The soft patterned fabrics of
coppery tiger's eye
blue lapis
dashes of red garnet
become capes that grant us special powers
like feathers of freedom.
As a tribe of four desert shamans,
this lovely circle,
a mirage of fire between us.
Medicine smoke rings seems to bloom
from our ceremonial beat,
sneaking into our hungry passageways...

BOOM-ba-boom-boom...BOOM-ba-boom-boom...

erratic jumps
God! the laughter!
hip checks
BOOm-ba-boom-boom
360 spins
air guitars
drums
BA BOOM!
Chanting an invoking verse to spirits before our time..
WWhhhhooooooo!! WHOHOO!!

We exhaust from this explosive energy field.
Behold! Our blanket troop extraordinaire tumbles
to the couch!
We calm to the sound of our spell casting breath...
The small of my back cradled by this couch.
I've got one leg bent behind me,
one foot solid on the floor.
You crawl into my space as if I am your cave.
My palm feeds off your beaded forehead,
like history drawn on the walls inside me.
I've got my other hand loosely tapping
my heartbeat
on your best friend's arm.
Perfectly balanced by a fourth...
a woman of character and beauty
resting to my side.
Time to sip mango margarita's
to help keep our cheeks blush,
our skin warm
as we continue to sing,
together.
We settle into this veleveteen tepee...
this campground of friendship,
and we share a story
or two
about life and how we fly high within.
You doze off to Neverland...
creating your own purr of snores.
I, tingling --
from your floating weight against me...
from listening to your friend's wise words...
from this pure vibration of an encounter.

Have we done this a zillion lifetimes before?