Poetry with an african reverberations

I have seen the way you act When you fall hell flat when the harmattans come With the gentle cold heart like A maiden's waist as she Dances to the bleak drums i have seen the wa you loo with those petalle eyes of yours that clings so much to your brown face that ting of smile that plays little wind in the corners of your lip gloss lines i have seen the way you dance especially to the music of my immaculate imagination that brilliant energy you sprinkle away in time that motionic madness You cuddle like a life