The Radical
Root Medicine Man
walks in search of
high elevations and sunshine,
negative ions and water.
We chat about flat earth theories,
rhodendrons, and trees. He shows
me his favorite places, and I speak
dreams of community as the dogs
walk beside us panting.
We share a jug of water
and our children dance
throughout our conversations.
I smell his neck
and taste his lips sweet
with clover honey. I can’t
get enough, but resist
the urge to gulp,
and instead, savor
and sip his presence like
a piece of dark chocolate
melting on my tongue,
or chamomile tea still
too hot to drink.
His magic hands knead
the muscles in my back
into messages of ecstasy.
I am unwound and unwoven,
deconstructed into essence
by his feral masculinity.
We breathe and weave
moments into mementos
carved within the notches
of memory. We stretch
and open our lungs and bodies
to the rhythm of life. Finding
our separate centers,
we release the dense
energy hidden in our muscles
and unite into one lung
resonating a guttural purr.
Wordlesss messages full
of meaning emerge from a primal
center and erupt with force
and spiraling light
striving for the unknown
nutrients at the core of life.
~Suzette Winona Summers
Root Medicine Man
walks in search of
high elevations and sunshine,
negative ions and water.
We chat about flat earth theories,
rhodendrons, and trees. He shows
me his favorite places, and I speak
dreams of community as the dogs
walk beside us panting.
We share a jug of water
and our children dance
throughout our conversations.
I smell his neck
and taste his lips sweet
with clover honey. I can’t
get enough, but resist
the urge to gulp,
and instead, savor
and sip his presence like
a piece of dark chocolate
melting on my tongue,
or chamomile tea still
too hot to drink.
His magic hands knead
the muscles in my back
into messages of ecstasy.
I am unwound and unwoven,
deconstructed into essence
by his feral masculinity.
We breathe and weave
moments into mementos
carved within the notches
of memory. We stretch
and open our lungs and bodies
to the rhythm of life. Finding
our separate centers,
we release the dense
energy hidden in our muscles
and unite into one lung
resonating a guttural purr.
Wordlesss messages full
of meaning emerge from a primal
center and erupt with force
and spiraling light
striving for the unknown
nutrients at the core of life.
~Suzette Winona Summers
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