…the beads on her waist
as if dumb, dare not pine of the turbulence!
The dancing rigors; numinous ambience of
…an ancestral rebirth.
Voices; chants of spiritual codes
rife in this air
drunk and dangerous
in communal ecstasy…
The needle doesn’t pound yam!
The gods were here to cheer; beautiful feet of a beautiful face
Avatar! Mermaid; that won a heart with a
smile of mystery peering through the supple fence of her mouth.
Feet that sewed a weird map; for the interpreter
through the eyes of the gods.
See her look at me
the way sheep would a kobo;
melting desire that
fanned my appetite…
Closer! in a homage, I dare to hang my hand
round your gracious waist.
You sent dust that inspired; drove the lead-band into madness…
The gods were clapping,
only your anklets clanked on and wept for a recess.