resigned as a closed flower in permanent night
my heart sought the light of stars
and super nova lingo was my stem and searching out solemn fragrances
of arms and touches upon my dying skins of only sight
and sound
of mereness that all things became within me, and no child of God was my song
now there is a bending bough of all seasons.
I do not wheel with the stars, I
strum forth to our hips, we
forgive the clumsiness of ballet ~ butterfly is a soulful imitation mere
how your soul lofts into my blood
and the moon moans down from her pale abyss
she hears the new ocean within me ~ she longs
to also swim with you who she was bourne upon light to imagine
hopelessly
Author notes
critical analysis? 
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dedicated to my ... Swan
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Your ballet is NOT clumsy, Mister. Those are my big feets we got all tangled up with. 
I love this poem, Danny. I couldn't believe I hadn't already commented. Maybe a web server glitch. 
I dunno. This is sheer gorgeousness, Sweetheart. 
♥
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You should know better than to ask for critical analysis! Without trying to sound sycophantic, we all have our favourites for a reason. You captured true love beautifully and I don't think there is anywhere else you could or should take this!
Blessed Be Always,
***Rae***
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Sighhh...
I love you, Danny. Anyone who dares to criticize magnificence doesn't deserve to read it, Sweetheart.
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nothing critical here
sounds like a pure love to me
writing from the heart always opens one's soul
a Wanda word...prettiful
best wishes
peace Muddy
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It is another beautiful write from you, as I expected it would be when the title first drew me in. It has a very surreal quality to it, which also doesn't surprise me after reading a lot of your work.
Thanks for sharing this piece, and keep writing.
~Sparrow
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