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Danielle
Jackson
I am 24 years old and was born and raised in Sheffield, England. My poems have
appeared in All Things Girl, Sheffield Star, Horace Magazine and
in three anthologies by United
Press. I also have poems in Gothic Fairy Tales ezine and at psyke.org poetry.
Shadows dance
Aesthetic comportment
immediate connection
safety of minds interlocked and entwined.
Converge:
Fingers clutch to hips.
Hourglass you seizes to the silk screen
Eyes unravel my trepidation like no other.
Our constellation of frivolous limbs now honour rhythmic sins.
Conventional worship is illogical.
Unconventional devotion is consistent.
Lips add season to hidden corners.
And here we are, both in disguise, touching each others edges.
Hepburn eyes
Beautiful, yes.
Her eyes smile before her lips do.
A rare ethereal face
that told so many stories.
So captivating and fair,
her expression
was overwhelming to us all.
The way she held a stare
was eloquent and full of care.
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