Fertility Song

I danced to the tune of horn-blowers At the edge of the twilight jungle And my lover jiggled her waist Bead-laden, to the shy-faced moon Peering, cowering thro’ the green foliage As the drums sang tum tum My heart echoed tum tum And the bare breasts of Wanjiru Up and down tum tum The warriors’ lion-like roar with virility The fecund maidens respond With feminine alacrity The village awaits the blessing Ripples of joy flood the harvest Love is nurtured with stiff erections Cajoling the eager, thirsty but moist and dripping mouth.