LaVeau- word portrait

Nola, a city where seven Oceans collide

and all the virgins have babies.

The drums bicker to find rhythm.

But, sharp as knives and sweet as candy,

the people melt together like music.

A new song is made.

 Embers, white hot on her tongue,

lips purse holding in the precious pain.

She collects penance for a sinner to

set below the judges seat. 

An innocent life set free!

Tigon like a crown, this Missus

Even the mothers cry into her breast!

"Com 'ere.." She commands the nobleman.

He kisses her deeply and makes promises, 

as a man on fire often does.

He will never have enough of her brown brown skin.

Lover and Beloved.

Protector and Protectress.

He presses all of himself against her and into her neck

speaks every secret,

even the ones that the city thinks only it knows!

She bites him back as his whispers turn her to honey.

She lets her robe fall away.

They dance inside a star and even the holy angels watch,

this pride of Nola.