By Noel Ihebuzor and Susan Daniels
seduction is best when done softly, slowly
and yes, subtly–
to lead entranced
an entrancing partner (not necessarily
all that innocent – intent and consent in a closet slightly ajar, and ever opening)
to fascinate, to suggest, but all so quietly
to the point the seduced
owns it as their idea, not yours
when it seeps slowly into anxious fevered body,
when the pores, the ears, the eyes, the lips, all sip it,
inhaling its suggestive velvety boldness like ripe brandy
Armagnac, please;
or perhaps something scented
of late summer; like pear, apple,
blackberry, but intoxicating
and strong, sweetness with heat
swimming into mind and body both
exhaling and uncoiling
in recognition of joint and multiflavored complicity
saluting coyness and salivating and waiting
yes, art. art spun by two.
a peacock has nothing on us, love,
fanning feathers to dazzle, but that’s all he has.
you bring and I welcome that drunkenness,
that reeling magic we stumble inside
and going with the flow, each new seduction
increasing flush, gush..and rush,
cascades beckoning and willing rowed to
seduction is best when done softly, slowly
*** Just back from a one month vacation where I visited family and friends in the UK and Nigeria. Back to base in Dar, it was fun to get to chat with my duet partner, Susan and to exchange views on life, literature and living with her. This poem, a duet, came up in a spontaneous manner during our chat this afternon on facebook, completely unplanned and we agreed to upload as is – hope you like it. Susan is italicized, and my words are bolded.
Reflections 