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!
(Dedicated to Miss Eunice Akanina and the villag girls who do the dance I know so well. 21:1:63)