Poem: Sacred Disco

Sacred Disco

By Samantha Dade
QuailBellMagazine.com 

​Disco disco Via Sacra,
Right time, night time- io donna.
Pazzo platforms on casa bars a-
First time flirt with the angel’s powder,
I would have ran to Old St. Patty’s, but
The love was there turning tricks- the gold spirits.

 
The firewater too, I baptized in, didn’t burn me
Because all I saw were heavens of blue.
And as the spell wore off, I prayed,
For a passerby to carry me on by the sweeping air.
Though my cherry stained tip I rubbed on well,
Marked the rim I was indulging in, praying the day
Wouldn’t come.
 
So with swift speed, the angel’s wings carry
Me home, flying through tunnels and streets.
The sweet red arises in me, hoping to cross the light
Destino was offering.
Barred from wondering through old fruit anew, killing
Me with kindness with reefs of roses too.
Perching his lingering haze over my temple doors, there
 To rest and stay until a birthed tomorrow.
 

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