Lovesong of a Curandera

The lovesong of a curandera

drips like nectar from her lips.

I want to kiss her on the mouth

that sings my soul to peace,

licks my wounds, and

heals the rifts in my psyche.

I want to take her hands

and place them around my heart,

beg her to sculpt and stitch it

whole again.

Sometimes all she does is listen,

watches my tears

and says

Look, mija. The ocean comes for you.

It takes the pebbles under your feet

and rolls them smooth

for you

to pick the prettiest and wear around your neck

or to throw back into the blue.

Espéra, strange and beautiful one.

and that will be all the hope I need

to breathe a little deeper,

throw open my soul

and dream again.

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With love, to my curanderas and curanderos.