How Can We Cure Love?

In the absence of love

There is a void left

In the middle of the chest

And its filled with bitter tears

I hear my grandma say

Drink chamomile tea

Sniff some mint

And rub alcohol infused with marijuana

I can still feel the lively red

Of pulsing flesh

That this sentiment

Scratched upon my back and chest

I hear the nahual say

Dance under a full moon

Drink the blood of a goat

Burn peyote and let the fumes purify you

I can still sense the burn

On my heart

This love doesn't talk anymore

Only stares at me growling and hissing

I hear the witch say

Bring me graveyard soil

Bring me black wax

Bring me raindrops

And lit the candle I'll make from those

The bright flames only make its shadow bigger

The fire makes it boil with wrath

I'm almost only bone

And he's about to drink my last drop of blood

And there I am laying down on the ground

Hopeless and irritated while blood leaves my body

Injured and almost dead with my open vivid flesh

I'm about to go to slumber when I hear the last person say...

Get up...

Let me stitch those wounds of yours up

Let me oint those scars with caresses

Let me soothe such sore heart with requited love

Get up...

Let me revive you with your first kiss...

DA 2015