Flamenco al Corral De La Moreria

sipping the pressed juice
of aged grapes
the jam is both tight and loose
as sweat drips
down the nape of my neck
entre este tablao
the arab vocals
& african sources connect
polyrhythms
& fingerstyle variations
nylon strings swept
& strummed
with these foot falls falling hard
the form needs no drums
flamenco
the tension flows
from ascension and back
climaxes and crescendos
curled hands & heavy toes
taut dresses & warbling tongues
the aching need for redemption howled and sung
the intentions of the circle are sweeping
surrender to the swing
cerras tus ojos
the ritual begins
raw beneath wooden beams
a complicated beat evolves from this scene
certain of nothing but soothed by the sounds
my mind dissolves into grace
as the dancers feat pound...