I lay my offerings before her:
silk musk of unveiled breast,
pots of fragrant ointments,
small color blazes,
a dipping spoon into sweet
or savory, salt and spice.
Hauled within the body
electric, shimmering
in an opalescent oyster shell,
we trace curry, coriander.
A ritualistic trek to the twin
orifices of desire:
The mouth of taking,
the mouth of giving.
Where we sink,
where we rise
and what has been said
or done, we set afire.
