Blood Sisters

We are four ripe cherries
Tart and sweet, dangled
From one tree branch
Full of liquory pus
And pie dreams
Extensions of each other
Mixed and influenced
Like chutney
Like poultice
Wearing and emanating
Our reflections, our selves
We are toothy, freckled,
Stringy DNA traits
Tutored, conditioned,
Nurtured personalities
Complimenting and alluding
To one or an other
Molding incident
Shared memory
We are joined at the intuition
Like Siamese hearts
Sugar-dusted toward familiars
We muddle through
We cling artlessly
To plump life
We are a cycle of learning
We are grown
We are growing
And ready to grow.

(c) Tasha Chinnock 2006