Slurp sweet chilli negra

Black grated nutmeg

Sticks to your lips

As slits of grass

Echoe in flesh

Rustic ladles

Fish through

This irristable melting pot

Of

Tribal enslavement

 Sandals crowd bushes

The trampling

Of peeping toes

And crawling fingers

Swell at the loss of its children

Drowning cinnamon

And coconut seeds

Addicted to the intricate sounds of fertile beauty

Accents become infected

Through the raping of land

Roasted beans scatter on the heat

Of chocolates heated root

Slurp sweet chilli negra

Black grated nutmeg

Sticks to your lips

As slits of grass

Echoe in flesh

Velvet winding in the

Naked murmuring of

Rattling feijao in

Red, gold, and green drums

Singing  suca de cacu

Stolen from

Avocado, mango and

Papayan limbs

A sack of deep red bosoms

Smeared in henna

Become xicaras

Pumping bitter water

For this sacred drink

Gold dots

(Get lost and forget about)

Expressing sexual freedom

Slurp sweet chilli negra

Black grated nutmeg

Sticks to your lips

As slits of grass

Echoe in flesh

Listening through the breaking of seeds

The slipping and knocking of shells

Brushing of pods

And the energy of the tamborim

The screeching cries of fierce lashes

Soaks through the pulp

Leaking onto the swinging of pips

Drips like blood smeared

Red stems

Bursting

Like the dispersing of semen

Khaki shorts hang amongst

The temple of pea berries

And the blossom of Brazil nuts

Drinking from pestles

Bitter black cream

As dark as dense curls

Coming all the way

From pre-indiana-afrik

 Slurp sweet chilli negra

Black grated nutmeg

Sticks to your lips

As slits of grass

Echoe in flesh