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Sister Shaman








I want to know
what makes your pen
stand up and talk
I want to memorize your walk

I want to make you fall
so deep in a radical love
words crawl from the soul
of all that's above

If I can make the harp
that is your heart sing
if I can move your multitudes
so that I can immerse myself 
in the words that you bring

baptism of the goddess you are
clean from the purity of your dreams
make me walk my metaphysical muse
touch my brain with a new scheme

I don't want to leave a mark
no print from my presence
I just want to know you
at your very essence

Can I camp out to read
your next words I've heard
inside my soul since I existed
a bird on your wind
a wind for your flight
full moon for your nights
without getting twisted

Did you write me
or did I write you
talk to me on paper
until you are through
until you've expressed
until you are blessed
so completely that 
the Universe heals
How do you feel
I see you
I hear you
I recognize your scent
my lungs fill
I want to get splashed
when your ink spills
make it hurt so good
balance resurrects
harmony inflects
light and darkness
come out of the closet
their secret revealed
when you write me a sonnet
I'll be your therapeutic fiction
with Big Urban Slang 
or Academic diction
no ifs, ands, buts
bars or restrictions






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