Contemplation on the Odu Osa Ika (osa ka)

A sweet embrace of words
wrap around my ears
winding their way down my spine
to my heart
from your lips spill
a flood of sounds
staining my skin with emotion
that can not be washed clean
only faded into the soft lived in feel
of my favorite jeans
whose stains and frayed edges tell a story
of places and people and moments
so close to my body
that at times, I forget they are on
recording the best and worst moments of my life
faded but not forgotten

-- Marcos Ifalola Sanchez --