Tap me in the head
And drag me to where kongas sing
And waists roll like boneless trees
Tap me in the head
And drag me to where drums lay castles
And ripe mangoes sway behind them like naked winds
Tap me in the head
Bury my eyes behind them- nests of bewildered delicacies
Let their feet collapse on the ground like tears from heaven
And my heart become a stream of punctured shadows.
Let the mountains behind them run berserk like cornered voices
And my heart sublime into a bewitched doorway
Let them pierce me with the whorish skin that houses those mangoes
And I will remain a living shadow
Tell them, let them become mothers of more like them
And I will become a mortal
A mortal, till the kongas fade into the night
And the dancers be no more.
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