SONNET NUMBER  25

Your radiance struck me hard, your eyes held me
before I saw the details of your nose
and lips, you were all hair and eyes with some
shapely limbs below, a figure that moved to

a rhythm I had never heard till then.
All at once I was caught in a dance
or more like a dream of dancing where we
flowed in and out of one another like

two rivers rising up to shake the samba
out of the earth and mountains with the sun
pounding on them like conga drums while the trees

in a chorus line clapped and swayed in time
as we surged on in our ravaging driving
beat down to the delta lands and back again.