I remember the taste of love
dripping from your brow
back arched
hopelessly entranced.
And the flavor lingers in memories,
beckoning,
casting mesmerizing eyes,
offering unattached invitation
for more delicious surrender.
And my mind is at odds.
Wanting to do the accounting,
ensuring that all is first fair,
that no bodies betray hearts.
But my body knows.
She brought her grandmother wisdom,
her satchel of tears and magic,
her light.
And she tells me with gentle force,
“Follow me, my darling.
I will lead you back to love”
– Nisha Moodley