There are degrees drawn in the heart
echoing lines calculating the absoluteness of zero,
scaling to meet the incalescence swaddling a birth of stars.
We are long past nova or theoretical lack of motion,
drift weightless; serene, wrapped in vacuum.
I need this place for us, absent of gravity
where nothing is measurable; where even sound
is less event and more wave. This way,
when I speak your name you will know it
not through ears, but somewhere deeper
than senses ever reach.
Susan Daniels Poetry 
anyone who can use incalescence in a poem owns my heart
Aw, thanks, Paul! I had to. Just had to do it 😉
Deep. A place absent of gravity – A must go place.
I agree–and thank you!
Here is my attempt at imitating your beautiful poetry –
Incalescence calls to incandescence
in enlarging warming whispers,
beckons in rings and circles of waves
not calibrated, unmeasurable,
serenading and floating in loops,
hoops and curves,
gravity does not live here,
and neither does levity,
even in the levitations
.of excitable astronauts
😉
love it!
what can I say, remarkable writing!
Oh, thank you!
you are so welcome, sometimes your beautiful gift of expression leaves me speechless.
one of us is SO channeling the other:
Sympathetic resonance?
What an unbelievable sync that was! Wonderful that we wrote kind of in the same area, but I think yours totally ROCKS.
Shall we call it a “Kitchen Sync!”? Haha!
You rock AND roll!
Excellent write!
Thanks, David!
“somewhere deeper than senses know” This is a good line that describes perfectly a good space through which to communicate. 🙂
Thanks, Alice. That is the best way, I think.
🙂
Astrolovers in a medium at once both limiting and liberating of senses. Heady stuff.
Thank you, Nelle!