On reading about King David dancing madly before the Ark of the Covenant in 2 Samuel 6.12-20...
foot-stomping,
sweaty-browed,
robe-flying
sacrifice,
acrid smell
of roasted meat
hanging in the air,
banging drums
and shimmer sharp
of tambourines
pounding out
the rhythm as
the royal sandals
stir dust-devil
swirls of earth
that cling upon
the oily, salted,
flinging drench
of Yahweh’s
lover’s hair.
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