this is a story...

This is a story of When
hearts  fused
unknowingly
As songs were sung
into bejewelled ears
And feet and body were led in a tango, and a rumba and then a salsa to the music of laughter.                                               
It is a story of Consciousness swooning at each warm gaze
and of soft touches
peeling easily away at formidable defenses
Till the core lay like a newborn -
True. Bare. Vulnerable. Alive and
Infinitely loved.

This is also a tale of How
betrayal took a trust it could never give
Leaving in its wake
pain to ensnare faith
guilt of deeds done
and undone
Of words said
and unsaid
to burden the same hearts
now lain in a mangled nest
of shame and fear
Craving comfort from without
From friends and foes
In hugs and words
some heard, others lost
Some pure gold bars and others blocks of ash
Crumbling weightless and worthless at feet Immobile

It is a story of hearts
Now chained by vows and
memories sweet of times past,
Embalmed in the Essence that creates
Who now must willfully recreate  what once was given by fate

That which was once
In every song
sang into bejewelled ears
In every rhumba and salsa
to the music of laughter
In every kiss and touch
and meal shared.
If they are ever to live again

Ulo Inyama
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