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"SOAPS" A POEM


Im lucky enough

To put a moment or two on the wall

Im happy to recall the times in space of sleep

In the place of sleep

In place of sleep

Where We live here together

Soaps,

We make our own

Light cleans and shines in every crevice of the house

Calls from the bedroom

Sound like theyre from the jungle

Moisturized enough for the day to come in

If you take your shoes off at home, why wouldnt you take them off here?

Blue couches because our rest is an offering

Yemoja thickens our baths

Its always the season for chase

Its always the season for taste

Hot steam from hot teas and hot spice meets my lips every minute im

Living