Dance night

We would sit in the night watching
An adventure with fingers on drum
That beat our night to submission.

A fragile creeper of girl crept on us
Like a night advancing on the trees,
Girl music from her to us and back.

It was a night that danced on trees,
Drum chipping away at their silence
As beauty flowed from girl all night.

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