1.05.2008

to: ogun, from: oshun

i wish i could bottle your scent for the nights you're away:
sandalwood laced with vetiver
forest floor leaves
a hint of caribbean-spiced mango
and african sunlight
...always wafting from the hollow in your collarbone.

i should make a mold of your arms to hold me,
but i don't think i can recreate your hands
or the warmth of your skin.

there's nothing to do but wait
for you to open and fill me
for me to encircle and pleasure you.

i'd like to talk to you
beyond speech
and reason
in our bed, the
workshop
alchemic laboratory
sanctuary
war room
temple
playpen.

i would love
to welcome you home.

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