Night Dancers

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this is the way she collects herself into a whisper she fetches trust from the lips of midnight clouds then converges with other little things, like mini skirt, short blouse, high heels; before she dances with the questions in her heart would the dawn come faster today? can I impress a man with my beauty alone or be lucky to find love today? she does not shiver as she stands beneath her chill shadow and asks it for an umbrella for shame after she zooms into a vehicle, her fragile heart abandoned where she left, a country dances too, with the orchestra of a blaring siren and midnight music, would we see love in Bornu today? would the dawn come faster today? there is a threnody heard in every country music fears are her journeys lost in sad memories we hold it soft, and let it go
a yellow sun dances to is beats in quiet colours; half in disagreement as bitterness barfs Biafra like dotted rainbows she begins a season of foreplay in the stolid night after an erroneous dance and hits climax on the palms of her hungry youths a poem has uncovered its secrets in the Sahara and waits to be folded into fire tomorrow, the night would ask a shadow for light when a country returns home dawn, and the girl sings so her heart do not over hear the whispers of regrets crystallizing into tears somewhere at dawn you could see a country too weary with dancing, counting her losses treating her face with soft makeovers in the heart of a broken mirror would she ever heal again? when she mumbled something sad to herself with a shudder what did you hear her say?