Let's Dance Poem by Tokunbo Otoyo

The number, it's a slow jam
Floor already dotted with pairs in motion
Identical bodies rhythmically rocking in comfort zones
Bodies, vessels driven by various passions, emotions
An hour before, I bet you, for some, such reconciliation unknown
Centuries long past, where would they be?
In the thick rain forest of Africa?
Malina, Iroko, African Walnut tree, Mahogany
And all their kind standing tall in their splendor
Shades for the two-legged species below
Upon their ‘geles' and ‘itams', a momentary landing space
For the winged creatures
Who through some heavenly intervention
Have found some organization on a scale
A unification in sonorous sounds
Harmonious combination of otherwise eerie notes
Emanating from wind chords
For the seemingly familiar sight below
An orchestral for Tarzan and Jane?
Let's celebrate
Rhythm for Adam and and Eve?
Let's forgive, forget and cut down the tree
But not until after this dance
All over the serpent's head
Let's dance
Let's celebrate ingenuity, imagination
Do you still have a heart?
Let's forgive and forget
Let's cut down a tree
How is your memory?
Do you still remember the first kiss?
Let's celebrate
Yet again, over again
On the floor, your head snuggly on my chest
Driven by desires that have uniformity
An outlet where minds find congeniality
Shared value with the rest of humanity
On this defined space
Let's be young again
We can roll away this morning, the day before
Let's usher in a new dawn
Let's dance till the break of dawn
With promises of a new life
It's a renewal, another life
Spiced with some things, helplessly we cannot change
That's life!
Dewed morning, harbinger of a new bud
Upon same ol' soil
That I nourish, that you nourish
That's how we tango!
I feel a tapping touch on my shoulder
I turn around, "you mind if I dance with her? "
"I apologize, I didn't pick her up, she's my girl, my wife"
I turn back, the look on your face
Involuntarily,
In response to what lies latent
I hold you closer, while rhythmically I'm like-
"Oh please, won fe gba omo ni owo mi…
Mona Lisa, Mona Lisa
You are like pepperita in a magarita
Mamacita, I think I'll like salza