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Ode to Sylvia

February 22, 2021
By theairloomgang SILVER, Charlottesville, Virginia
theairloomgang SILVER, Charlottesville, Virginia
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everything she said was like a secret voice 

speaking straight out of my own bones

 

it was an arching, swooping,

melody as old as time

bubbling up from somewhere hidden

in the tender crevices of my being

 

 it slid out of my skeleton 

wet and slippery as a fish 

like pure, sweet music

spilling from the mouth of a flute 

 

it dove into my veins

harmonizing with the throbbing, roaring rush 

of my red hot blood

 

it poured past my flesh and sinews 

and burst through my skin

like a water balloon ruptures

drenching me in the fresh, raw, underadulerated joy 

of being completely and totally understood



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