Nephilim – Joy Reid

Re-couping-grouping in Bourke Street mall,
an unexpectedly pleasant sojourn –
for two rhythmic men with Raphaelesque hair
and fluent fingers reinvent Flamenco.

Firmly they hold and rock, intent,
huddle over and into their instruments
as if the weight of unseen wings, pressed them
like Leda’s Swan into voluptuousness.

To archetypal curves they fuse,
stroke MILF-Madonna, thumb-spank bold muse
and knock on soundboard as if drumming in
the wet-lipped listeners beginning to hem.