untititled.

pitches his tent in the dark places
by divine right...
he's gifting me magic
wrapped in ancestral heirlooms
metu neter
native tongues
whispering
"i do recall...
you."

"yes, you were the one standing in the light of Ra
i was reflectin'"

twisted your locs in bantu knots
greased your scalp with frankinscense and myrrh
barefoot on sacred ground
drank wine from my limbs flowing off my toes
breaking nazarene oaths
felt the energy through my roots
raised my vibration
we elevated.
baptized by Yemeya
made love to a hidden Congo beat
in an R&B tune
felt the pound of Shango in my chest
exhaling elements giving life to the wind
we named it: air

perfect balance
the law is written within our hearts
like dna
we branded
in
forever.