Titicaca
Love poured forth from
The heavens to the earth
Come to me
My husband
My sweet savior
Deliver and embrace me
Quench this thirst
Satisfy my hunger
Brush my lips with oil
Taste sweet honeycomb
My skin is Black
My hair is nap
My love has no color
It is as fine as the soil of Titicaca
I lie in the valley of Cedars
And Yellow Roses are profuse
At the Bosom of Isla de la Luna (Mama Kilya)
On the road toward Machu Picchu
Fed by the snow capped Andes
Surveying her native peoples
As Viracocha raises the moon
To meet with Isla Del Sol (Inti)
Night and Day were created
Over Lake Titicaca shores
My Incan friend told that
He was there when it happen
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