(HEAL ME OH MEDICINE WOMAN AS I WARRIOR HEAL THEE)
THIS IS DEDICATED TO JEMELLA BOATWRIGHT WHO IS VERY SPECIAL TO ME
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Speak to me oh medicine woman...
Tell me what is required of a warrior seeking thy healing.
A glimpse into your eyes has healed a thousand nicks and scrapes...
Has caused a man's weary blood to flow strong, caressed the fibrous muscles of a troubled heart.
Would it be to much to ask you to give a kiss... Fruit of thine lips as a warrior thirsty closes his eyes to the sweetness of thy taste.
As it saturated his receptors and causes him to sway.
So tremendous the need...
The awesomeness of the want...
A mountain... A river... A valley.
In your skin the pitch blackness of the deepest seas....
The darkness of antimatter in the depths of space as it holds matter in place.
Oh medicine woman wilt thou allow one such as he the chance to ease your pain... He your healing as surely as you are his... Power attracting power and casting it off as spent energy which feeds the nation.
Thy potion the strong tonic drank to instill strength.
Would thou a medicine woman allow a man to bury your demons face first in the dirt and make them the road that leads to a new beginning.
Trust a man with thine most prized possession... It beating in thy chest.
Could thou?
This battle having left him with keloids on his skin and empty spaces in his soul.
He standing and eliciting sighs which echo into the infinitesimal as they die out in the vastness where the possibility love glimmers and twinkles in the distance.
Sometimes real.... Sometimes the illusion caused by fevered dreams of the past.
The warrior raises his head...
He looks into the medicine woman's eyes...
He speaks...
JERALD HAMZAHFARUQ MURPHY
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