Native
Your eyes toe-set
thumb my nerves
as you weave
your being into frenzy;
and your tongue,
weaving a song,
painting the scenes
as I sit toe-dancing
Then you pull
those eyelids over
as you bend
downwards to dance
yourself into goddess;
And your waist,
swinging to rhythm,
answering the drum
as I look, headshaking.
Then light fades,
those scenes fly
as you stretch
your being, panting,
and your mouth,
muttering my name,
stifling my nerves
as I end my verse!
Okogbule Wonodi (1935-2001)
