I dissolved into the
red earth of Ghana.
Melted without a trace
like goat's butter
from warm rain
I dissolved into the streams and dreams
of East Villages
where they said Ju Ju
was alive.
I inhaled fire and spat out the sun
My blood is the same color as palm oil
my lips were moistened by the juice of fertile fruits
I twirled my tongue in a whirlpool
of rivers
and scooped white meat from
cracked coconuts.
I soaked my thighs in honey
and danced among
butterflies and beehives
I stretched and touched the sunset
with my finger tips
and brought heaven back to
red earth
