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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