Under those stars,
indifferent glimmers
against a Velvet dark sky.
Amidst the throng,
a flock swarming together
but never joined.

Music spreads across
the collective mass.
A song tasting of exotic lands,
tingling like sun kissed skin.

It travels through the legion.
A steady vibration that moves
up through the soles,
then legs
until it wraps us
in a familiar embrace.

Moved in steps
older then ourselves.
A rhythm pushing back
to the primordial soup.

When there was nothing
but the earth under
our feet, soft pulsing
as we shift together
in the darkness
dancing.