Naked Woman, Black Woman

Naked Woman, Black Woman
Charcoal-coloured mid-wife of the newborn sun; Symphonic spumes of cuenza rippling on the eyeballs of crocodiles
And the adder of tropical rainforest at the banquet of gustnado.
You are that dark dimpled damsel with full-ripened breasts,
Winding waist and hip of otter at atulogwu moonlight dance
Who perfectly answered the magic rhythms of carved tom tom and flutes
As you wove your being into a memorial goddess; your
Gap-toothed smiles, full of enchantment, squeezed out frenzies from the faces of cheering folks
And squeezed out gladness from the blades of grasses and trees.
I heard the East Winds and the skies singing: ''Beauty! Beauty! Is your colour,
Sacred! Sacred! Is Your Name''…As they plastered kisses under the dusk of your skin…
Naked Woman, Black Woman
Spouse of the savannah, nipples of sunspot, darker than the armpits
Of the night, flesh of declining sun, dust-storm of sahara desert
And green breeze of a mellow corn-field upon the thighs of mangroves.
Feverish drums of the heavy night rain, dry season's black clays of dambos,
Dark-bloomed flower of magical smells; of autumn and winter
Lengthening the tongues to tap dews from your petal;
Natron, silver and limelite being the couples of your foot-prints
And colbalt, chrome and iron ore being the citizens of your loin.
You are the mistress of allegator's semens, carrier of tiger's bravery
And the sea-gulls mating at the bay of Kariba lake…
Naked Woman, Black Woman
The brides-maid at the solemnization between lead and zinc
Mystic strength of Shaka the Zulu, verses of Senghor and Birago Diop
And the Kalahari plateau criss-crossed by dry rivers' beds and dense scrub.
O! Merciful Lord of the universe, drive me safely home, let me
Pillow my weary head on her cleavage of dawn, where i will have ownership
Of comfort, and let me sleep on the sea-bed of her mouth
That i may draw  rivulets cooler than the breath of waterfalls, cooler
Than the banks of River Shire to quench the flares of my longings and weariness…
Madu Chisom Kingdavid is a student of history and international studies at Imo State University, Owerri. When not writing, he can be found singing and researching. 

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