Your writing is always very deep and this is no exception. Your details of the connection between them is profound indeed and based in love and a memory of him that will never be lost or corrupted. Any comment I can give on this is not enough. There’s so much said here. Great writing, Styx.

How to start with this. This is excellent!
Your interpretation of how she adored and suffered his life and loss is truly amazing. A weaving journey through her thought process. How the world can exhaust even the strongest of spiritual character but away from prying eyes, he remembers the blessings of also being human.

These are gems baby! Honestly:)
Needs to be put in your book!

And I, sir, appreciate your steady support of my efforts here. I try my best to make them matter. So thank you.

So, when I finished reading this, I took a deep breath and said, “Jesus!”. And then I laughed to myself, because I was only saying it as an exclamation about your writing and not as a statement of the subject… LOL.

Anyway, this is just beautiful. Not much more I can say. Thank you for sharing it.
❤️k

the ballerina and the ragdoll comparison to women was written beautifully. Always on the tip toes but at times need a wall to lean against to keep you up right.

Hello Fia!
I think some men take it for granted that women are human. Really. My using ragdoll had a purpose, in that it does indeed mean a collapse.
Thank you, too, for the feedback.

hello dearest Styxian I love how you talked about her hanging on every word and vowel… so rich is your languag you can’t help but lift her this is beautifully poignant ❤️

I have a tendency to watch their lips, when someone is talking to me. It helps me understand them better. But, in this write it has more of a sensual purpose, obviously!
Thank you Crims. I’m still trying to post some decent stuff, so thanks for letting me know it’s not bad.

Hahaha, we’re getting a blend of soft core and hard core beautifully woven within this piece. We love the way that you flipped things showing your versatility and still kept it clean. Tight

Passionately penned, Mark. This is an excellent write full of deep wonderful layers my friend. Always enjoy your storytelling my brother. Another amazing read. Appreciate you.

Damian

Damn…the ragdoll analogy just knocked me on my ass. Some of us feel more ragdoll than ballerina all the time, and never a Barbie. I will say, as a girl who loved dolls, ragdolls are more resilient though, Barbies break easily. I love the quiet messages whispering through this

There’s a level of intimacy conveyed with compassion and understanding
that effortlessly flows through your poetic verbiage, speaking to the human condition
like none other. Standing ovation all around

Much respect

Naaj

I agree with Willow.
Ragdolls are more resilient. They might get scuffed up and look weathered over time but they are still together. Even if by some chance they do get torn apart, they can be sewn back together with new material or a different color of string. And maybe they can sew it themselves and choose a variety of colors or patterns we’ve always dreamed of.

Love this piece!

Although when I was little I did get the Barbie car!! Haha

Dear M,

I really enjoyed the analogies and storyline in this piece. The fragility of life and that sacred place in our heads where we go to live out our safety dreams was wonderful the way you expressed it. This was enthralling and emotionally moving. While I’d love to be ballerina Barbie I find more mental flexibility in being raggedy Ann. Lovely write. H🌷

and the ground shook beneath me as I danced too!!

Absolutely felt this with everything inside me🤍

I was the kid who made “Weird Barbies”, complete with permanent marker makeup…

But anyway, your poem — gosh I love your writing. You seem to have a way of really seeing people, and all the various dancing, flopping dolls that they are in their heads. What a gift. And well… the subtle erotica… what a lovely addition. Three cheers!

❤️k