Elixir O Dreams

Two parts heated eucalyptus oil,

one part crushed garlic,

and a moon-shimmered sky

that yawns,

roaming free.

A sprinkling of scents,

dreamt up and tended to,

by the strong and soft hands

that held mine.

The cool breeze of a window,

quietly cracked open,

catching and releasing

the day’s concoction of moments.

I remember time spent,

humming over stoves,

together.

Watching your ways and

seeing them in mine.

Playing with the flavours and notes

of what simmered and stewed.

Basking in their journey to becoming

elixir.

As bay leaves soak,

months-old chilli powder peppers

this distilled balm,

and warmth rises.

And rises.

The night is ripe with promises and play,

the surreal and sublime,

the wholeness of life, love, and time.

Salted water stills

and ground nut oil pools

in familiar shapes

which seed sustenance and

taste like the infiniteness of living.

Full-hearted and full-plated

in a slumber of ease, we meet again,

and laugh, always.