Ritual

You prick a finger on a rose thorn

bleeding nectar from the petals of a sleepless girl

You dance with the old ancestors inside

the moonlit room with your Nawat lullabies

Eyes lit with fire and a mouthful cry

You heal it with a satin ribbon 

like the lacing of a corset, crimson

Binding the spirits inside, scream!

with affection and a sweet dream