AGBOR DANCER

See her caught in the throb of a drum
Tippling from hide-brimmed stem
Down lineal veins to ancestral core
Opening out in her supple tan
Limbs like fresh foliage in the sun
See how entangled in the magic
Maze of music
In trance she treads the intricate
Pattern rippling crest after crest
To meet the green clouds of the forest
Tremulous beats wake trenchant
In he heart a descant
Tingling quick to her finger tips
And toes virginal habits long
Too atrophied for pen or tongue
Could I, early sequester'd from my tribe
free a lead-tether'd scribe
I should answer her communual call
Lose myself in her warm caress
Intervolving earth, sky and flesh

Courtsey J.P.Clark