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Sacrosanct joys and sorrows

By The Dani WriterPublished 3 years ago • 2 min read
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You

are concentrated moments

every one my favorite

light-filled orbs that heart-fill skies

in their search

for someone to sense them

cuz we were just little kids

desperate to find one another

quiet knowledge of hidden gateways

and oh

how we ached

in our separate collectiveness

drinking

from unblessed wells

thinking

impossible thoughts

blinking

salty tears

whereby eyes fed soul

for future sacred springs

these things

fixed us in faith

cognizant only of forward

as a direction

while earth kept spinning

we ignored wooziness

it seemed no one else felt

learned

letters numbers formulas

yearned

much more than allowed

burned

standard hopes for outrageous ones

in trancelike precision

sans awareness meant to scare us

to be the same as everybody else

it only buried magic deeper

saw rapture taken

no’s forsaken

saved fives and tens

to hang with friends

lost touch

crammed creativity

in accepted authenticity

did what we were told

as fires within waned cold

circumstance had to give

for required breath to live

‘ere flame died

thank the heavens

stars aligned

for us each a guide

we took freedoms in isolated tandem

with reckless abandon

slammed brakes on usual convention

“transgressed” with capital T’s

(if you listened to elders on their knees)

but this confidence

my oh MY

how it frees

forged upstream

found private places

searched inner self

for remnant traces

lost track

our eyes flash-mirror comets

post-all night runs

now sure nothing could stop us

as sorcerers channeled our passions

You

are straight-no-chaser moments

pleasure reeking aftermath

everywhere exclusive legend

new rhythm sound

in daily rituals played

a tenderness found

as boys’ hands on bodies stayed

we kissed ’em all

watched their fall

met new ones

then shopped the mall

changed the way we dressed

left our hair alone

sambaed festivals

still impressed

virgin hair kinky skyward grown

lost tomorrows

grabbed innocent indulgence

licked the bowl

when no one looked

tasted ripe and ready

and on juiciness hooked

viewed films

we were forbidden to watch

got feelings hurt

gazed at scotch

laughed real hard ’til bellies sore

heard dirty jokes

laughed on the floor

swam scary-deep for ocean pearls

both figurative and literal

such the way with girls

to beauty

who became women grown

then all too soon

had kids of their own

to find in their faces clearly us projected

vital resolutions decades neglected

secret vows sealed until our souls connected

when words are insufficient

and all the numbers tally up

for times of utter loneliness

and no made-to-measure friend for rally-up

a full-crave episode of linger

looking…

and there

You

are synchronous memories

every one my jewel

each together separate center

of undiluted joys

with holy waters where we enter

indivisible Sistah twins

at our core

though little do others know

we surpass explanation

and are much

MUCH

much more

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Explores words to create worlds with poetry, nonfiction, and fiction. Writes content that permeates then revises and edits the heck out of it. Interests: Freelance, consultations, networking, rulebook-ripping.

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