Post Oxun Ceremony

I see Her, holding my chin

drizzling honey and rum onto my mouth

down my chest,

my hands

rubbing seeds into my belly

Sunflowers unfurl from my skin and sway

Sway

Sway in the sun

I still hear her laughter

She threaded lavender into my hair

between the holes of the cowrie shells

i offered her

sprinkled pineapple

mango, peach, river water

onto my neck, between my thighs

humming a tune

teaching me to smile sensually

in my mirror

to open myself to my water dance

my inheritance

my essence

my fury, mastered

my vibration

Do you hear me calling at the shore?

Energy [Zephyr]

Watching

you use your hands

is the marriage of

my curiosity blooming, bursting into fire

and

your mortality peaking from beneath an artistic shroud.

I am frozen

as paint meets canvas

chisle scores wood

hands embrace red clay

pen meets paper

muscles and veins exert themselves

yet it is me who is tired and spent

after you drive ashore in the sea of craft

the sea of my admiration.

and I recount

that the burn in your eyes

will haunt you

until your work is done

until despair no longer visits for dinner

until the emotional burn of the moonlight

does not make you howl with dread

the silence can be cleansing

let it guide you to chase the sun

and heal your abused ego

Picnic at the reenactment of your failures

there are spirits and snacks to satiate you

Bathe in the high tea of your inadequacies

Let your maturity steep some

There are croissants and spread to pass around.