A Plea to Papa Legba

it's sweltering

we're hot, the air is humid

leaves heavy with moisture

lips heavy with promise, yeah

hips swaying, seductively

to the primal beat inside

(ba-dom ba-dom)

side to side and back again, me

chest heaving, shoulders shaking

rum on the tongue, cleansing-

fire burning high and bright

tobacco scent, smoke filled offering

(ay-ay ay-ay)

as we beg, plead, surrender

hope.. Ecoute - nous!

intercede for us,

Skip through Papa!

break the barrier Papa!

take my smoke

take my tears

take my sweat

and deliver me a Loa.

Reviews

[Emily B]

this took me to a place . . . one that smells of strong cigars . . . one filled with foreign words . . . a seductive dance