she & I

it reminds me of the smirking lady, ayahuasca
she gives me chills and I sometimes talk of it

the medicine vomit scent
death

where she sat with her hands on my feet
through the darkness we breathed as if to speak
it is okay, though the demons reach

there death occurred
for the first of many times afterward

dressed in black and she in white
"What to do about death?"
we'll decide when it comes time

it is as it is
& it is okay.