Ireland's OWN Poetry and Prose

rhythm
—by míchealín daugherty

Its not Voodoo magic, its rhythm
some got it, some don't
watch the way i walk
hips softly swaying,effortlessly
don't you know
that comes from inside
love that baby
[‘cause..]it can't be made
it cant be faked
i feed you sweet tangerines
dipped in honey,
and kiss the juices from your lips
while we dance
softly,swaying (in the wind)effortlessly
scent of wisteria trees and
soulful delta blues
locust murmurs sounds that
taste of incandescent heat
and all i can give you
is my heart
love that baby
it has rhythm too