Wednesday 10 July 2019

Her - Poem


I smell her
As I crumble and chop.
The medicine
Melting on my fingers
Entering my bloodstream.

I smell her
As I stir the water.
The medicine,
Dissolving and swelling,
Playfully becoming.

I feel her
As I sing icaro.
The medicine
dancing to the rhythm 
of the rattle and voice.

I taste her,
As I bring to my lips
The medicine.
Thick, brown, warm and bitter
entering my body.

I taste her
As the liquid flows on.
The medicine
opens and heals my heart,
crucial operation.

I love her
As Old Mother Cacao.
The medicine
takes me into her arms,
dispels fear and gives hope.

I love her,
As I embrace healing.
The medicine,
Wanting the best for me,
prescribes me vital work.



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