Bula Man

 Masa you try for this bula

Under the hot rays of the sun

You tighten the rope in a knot

You cast your rope into the bula

Like the fisherman casts his net at sea

You let the trough fetch just enough

Then i watch your muscles...

It trickles with rivulets of sweat

It tickles my stomach just a little

It warms my heart in whole

With every pull i blush

I do not know what it is

Whether the way you breathe

With every pull of the rope

Or the way you look at me

Stealing glances at my smile....

 

You pour the water in my trough

In a splash

Like the Akaa waterfalls

Bits of it find my face

The water is cold, maybe suggestive

You reach out to wipe it off

See your hands bula man

Wet and soaked to the vein

You ignite the pleasures in my heart

I am covered in shame

For a woman of my tribe

Must not call for unnecessary rituals

For cleansing of forbidden fruits

Calls for a gathering of the gods

Or an extradition from home

So i pull back and miss that touch

But keep longing for it within me

You give a warrior’s nod

Warriors know the laws of the land

You will send the elders

Schnapps will grace the feet of my father

They will ask if i know you

Then you will take me home...

You have filled my trough with water

You have filled my heart with love

You have left desire in my soul

But the sun is coming down

I must head home now

Before the gods send my brothers

Or my mother begins to wail

You must come home soon

And claim that which is yours