Streets smell of liquor,
It's legal child remember that,
But that doesn't mean she is a soulmate,
Staggering and hollering,
Smeared make up and lipstick,
That wasn't her,
She was my illegal shawoman,
A partner in righteous crime,
Injust laws in the first place,
To outlawing healing,
But she healed herself,
And the power made her so sexy,
Sacrament sensuality,
To me and our universe,
Our colorful spiral,
Natural and connected,
To our earth,
Our home,
We became everyone's healing,
And cherished one another in
Life's ceremony,
She was my soul wife and
Her husband was all I ever dreamt to be made 4,
Singing sacred songs to the pharmacy authorities,
Together holding hands,
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Author:
Blue Dental Squirrel (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 10th, 2017 11:41
- Comment from author about the poem: Partners in sacred crime, a civil rights issue
- Category: Love
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Comments1
Cool writing, quite the love poem !
Thanks for a psychedelic shaman the rite of intensifications are profound and meaningful to loving your soulmate 🙂 illegal if u aren't in a all race peyote state, very unjust to the 1st amend...
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