my child...my D..o..r..o..th..y
By MarciaMarcia
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my child...my Dorothy #2
enfolding...held
within love’s celestial floating echoes
entwined...muffled hearts
beating
time within time...
through time...
till time... passages...
proclaims...
defines...
you...my child...my child
my
D...o...r...o...th...y
sweetest sighs of letters
sounded slow
in wisps of air...
linger each...
in contemplation
there...
one...the next...
in gentle roll...as
ebb and flow
arches in on itself...
a sounding’s mingled
rise of hearts lifting
fullest senses...
through lips
are born...
in whisper prayer....
in lullaby...
you...my child...my child..
my
D....o....r....o....th....y
By MarciaMarcia
December 28, 2019
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We feel the maternal pleasure
We feel the maternal pleasure it gives you to spell out loud the letters of your daughter's name, like a magical incantation: "sweetest of letters sounded slow in wisps of air". "In gentle roll as ebb and flow arches in on itself" brings to mind the lullaby rhythm a mother rocking her baby to sleep, and even more so the gentle movement of a baby rocking within the cushioning, liquid safety of her mother's womb.
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