ULeLe!’s "Devotional For Oshun"
Her breath of milk is a mist over/ the garden where I sit ...
And a harvest perfume Oshun/ swims flirtatiously around me.
In a moment of ripeness her skin/ releases its fruit ...
Sweet nectar changes to honey/ my blood turns into red wine.
Like a seed drawn to the sun, I breathe her in/ there’s fire in my belly hungry for Her ...
Like a river to the sea, I taste again/ like lava, I want more; I hear it in my veins.
Here’s the rushing rapid drums of angels I listen/ gods when I feel this way how could it be a sin?
Even though I’ll beat my chest, and possibly regress/ until I leave alone I will belong to Her…
Breath of milk is a mist over the garden where I sit/ and a harvest perfume Oshun swims flirtatiously around me.
In a moment of ripeness her skin releases its fruit/ sweet nectar changes to honey, my blood turns into red wine.
In a moment of light distress, smoke threads the emptiness/ and when I least expect it She’ll return for me.
Like a river to the sea, I taste again/ and if I die tomorrow She’ll watch over me.
In a moment of deep caress, I drink her breath/ until I leave alone I will belong to Her ...
Like a river to the sea, I taste again/ and if I die tomorrow I will not regret.
