Dialogue Poem by Olatunde Temitayo

Lonely like a sun I am,
Sitting under withered tree as shield;
Four-Legged wood bear my body,
My left leg rides the other;
The breeze still massage me.
And her hips dance to her footfall,
As she moves closer; her catwalk sweeps the floor;
Couples of grapes magnet hrr skin,
Well shaped and ripe as she is;
The front is full and the back is fuller.
Here she comes with her rainbow lips,
Soaked in different radiant colours;
Strange lips I ever see,
Since I've been in this place...
Her back bends as she streches her painted hands;
'Hello, Old man', she says;
And my hand embrace hers.a.
With frowning smiles she looks at my bald head;
Through her bushy eyebrows,
A man-made bush...
Pack of wires wire her head,
Somehow, somehow...it looks.
How can I help you; I say,
She says that her clan she looks for;
The clan she left in buried years,
When Marble men chose her to live with marbles,
A tongue she adds to hers;
Her strange tongue confuses mine;
Like confused tongue in Babel's days.
But her skin is as black as pito,
Pito itself gets its colour from my skin,
You mean you left your clan?
To get this ugly manner of yours,
A manner that is a shade,
Here, your knees should hug the grass;
To salute this man;
Whose age has painted his head.
She spits, and her face welcome it,
My place is local; she says,
Again, her tongue confuses mine,
As she say; 'You're a dopey codger'
Myself I see being praised,
But revearse is the case;
For her look can make sheep to bite human.
To her: Is this how marbles taught you?
To fill elders' bucket with watery insult;
This local place vomited not only you,
Also those who use their own tongue;
Shunning marbles' tongue,
Because marbles add none to theirs.
As she vacates my place with fury;
Her skirt still fear to kiss her kneel,
There she goes with her hips;
Dancing to her footfall,
The grapes remain exposed to the sun
Through shattered leaves.
(c) Olatunde Temitayo