I watched you
Your feet plucked the dance
Rhythms of the drums
Dancing the okara.
Your sweating humus skin glowed
Under the moon’s reflection
As bright light on Liquid gold.
Those breast, ripe as huge sweet
Brown pods of cocoa heaved with pride.
And your sensuous supple body rippled
With the freshness of the pumpkin
Your eyes shone as two pelts
Of vanished pearls
Your teeth glimmered like elephant tusk
Pieces of Ivory from Abidjan.
Princess of the creeks
Let’s steal away
From the market square
Hustling with dainty dance and drums
To my altar of love
There I shall pluck your white ostrich plums
The ritual to immortalize your beauty.
