My head slightly bent over a table of happiness.
My feet, sod with white lilacs, dance merrily
to a moon stroke music of twilight night.
My finger-tips childishly sip
the sweat of quill, like red wine of Mother Earth
that runs down the skin of my heart.
Down in the chores of primal things
I have been to the bowl aquarium, mostly at nights
where I breathed and twitched with the fish, trying
to catch the warm winks of stars. Ahh,
I know all about human arts, although I
dabble in the language of my adopted father; still
I know how to sketch
in my own words a lovely butterfly, fluttering
awhile in the night to say hello
and to kiss me,
ere on a fluffy pillow
of dreams
I close my eyes. My name is nothing special,
but honestly I am what I am... a poetry dancer, dancing
with emotions for my fictitious lover.
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word dance. Welcome to Gather Essentials: Writing and please also join Poet's Weekly Muse! so that I will not miss your fancy dance work.
I suggest a slight edit
like red wine of Mother Earth
that runs down the skin of my heart.
"I have been to the bowl aquarium, mostly at nights
where I breathed and twitched with the fish, trying
to catch the warm winks of stars. Ahh"
...that reverberates your silent gaze's immediate
focus and rapture and sends the joy
aloft to resonate in the winking cosmos.
Lovely poem...your words do dance in heartbeats.
Blessings ~
Rene