allegiance

in grade school me and Audrey made a pact like the one that Dickinson made with Susan.

To not be married, to carry on our little dalliances away from the horror of the sextant

and civil wars; blood and ache.

Back home and safe, the sand would bind us irrevocably, our jungmadel of above water

allegiances, our small handed, rope along imperative. Then the giant  gargoyle

would take us singularly, then at once, together. Until

our knees became shards and our lungs the breath going out of dashing tall-boys.

"I will join you", in the rush of sentiment and time-capsuled half-truth. "I will love you"

and call it belief like a painter

who's arm ratchets  forth to make polished triangles for clouds and call it inspiration. After

not seeing a naked person and then you do. Then you ogle the parts you share together,

then you enter the parts dissimilar/

Ms Carol, who taught geography each day in a plaid skirt, would point to Spain and you would rub your hand

along the seams of the round globe, which I would later realize, was the practice

of rough sex that puberty could no longer hold back. And if it didn't

happen to you this way, it happened to you in all the other blissful

ways.

Reviews

[emmajoy]

'I've read and read so as to understand the Man thoughts and reasoning in this. Your hard stare at how it was between you and moments, people, actions and memories, are all wrapped up in passing through Life and, thank the Lord, not arrived yet! There's still time to forego a triple by.pass on the lines, so to speak. How the memory grips on at such extreme moments, turning them over in mind and hand, wondering what now. Time is a great realist in hindsight.. or not, depends on how we see and feel; what we recall, who and why, displays Self in both motion and loyalty. Perhaps.

[h d e rushin]

thank you so much emmajoy...I've been away for a few weeks in a part of America that didn't even have good cell service, let alone internet service....Good to be back if for other reason than to read your kind remarks.......dana

[Lydia Shutter]

You ogle the parts you share together.....just love that line. There is an underlying sensuality in this one, Dana. The innocence of grade school and the hormones of adolescence....and just a wonderful combo! Lydi**

[h d e rushin]

thank you Lydia for your sincerity ........It's always good to hear from you...dana

[Beccy]

It wasn't so long ago, but sometimes it seems it was. Life has a habit of getting in the way and no matter how much we try, it's hard to cling on to those allegiances.

Perhaps something so special is only meant to be retained in memory.

Beccy.

[h d e rushin]

thank you Beccy for those kind words....I love and missed you...dana

[Terpsichore]

Such allegiances are the stuff of dreams,(mostly.) For me, there is both sensuality and innocence written here in a quite perfect combination.

In admiration as ever.

T

[h d e rushin]

thank you dear....I've been away for a few...dealing with some property in another state....Thanks for those kind comments...dana

[JC]

Absolutely stunning in every way my friend.... absolute truth and passion... you're the real deal.

[h d e rushin]

thanks JC for those kind remarks....dana

[Ed Hart]

you peel back the decades and make visions of old school rooms, you put patches on the days with portraits of then

[h d e rushin]

thanks Ed Hart....I've read every poem you've written here...Your one of the greatest
influences around these parts my friend.....dana

[Troy Henson]

Adore this piece. Wonderfully written:)

[h d e rushin]

thank you so much Troy for the kind remark......dana

[writing mojo]

worldly is understatement when you think of these inner-space in skin as landscape. Maps with keys haven't seen those for awhile, but poetry like this can make them appear in your dreams and nightmares..Unmovable objects require the right amount of touch that can move mountains in 1,000 years planting seeds between ice ages that only the insightful can feel through the cold speaking from the fossils underneath..excellent piece

[h d e rushin]

someone else remembers globes...lol....thanks my dear friend for those kind comments...dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

Spain and Portugal rubbing bodies together under the desk in Geography class...

and all those countries we visited in the back seat...what a journey----the passport to passion.

[h d e rushin]

you remember those globes don't you Jacob.. I saw one in the resale shop the other day and I thought of how computers and virtual visits have made such a contraption obsolete. Thank you my friend for those kind comments...dana