Spices season the pot:
Cinnamon,
Rough and red and ruddy in hue
All the more full with you;
Oregano,
Leafy, choppy, ever green,
A biting scent, a cloying herb
Basil,
Parsley,
Garlic,
Bits and tinier bits
Fleck our leaf-lined bodies
Beneat the trees
Committing heresies
Shadows within shadows,
Unseen,
Unkempt,
Unwatched we lie,
But never lie.
Witches we in
Blooms of red
Blooms of nightshade,
Hebanon,
Wolfsbane,
Ambroasia,
Nectar sweetened for the asking.
Spices flavor
Our well-seasoned bodies
Beneath the trees
Committing heresies.
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