“The Goblet Drum” (A Poem)

You play my skin like you beat your Doumbek, holding my body firm in your grasp… my hips at the base, my waist at the middle, my breast the skin beneath your fingers, my heart the tambourine just under the surface. Your goblet drum is the chalice of my body between your guiding hands, you… Continue reading “The Goblet Drum” (A Poem)