my darling darkling
dancing through the
dappled but droning
din
of
dangling dandelion
damsels
damning all
that has gone
decrepit.

my darkling danseuse
dancing forward
to divulge
her
directions to
dangerless regions
distant from
this day's
daubers.

i shall dally
not
but dart down
the footway
defended by a
deluge of
delphinium blossoms.

disappearing from
demagogurey and
dementia
(but delirium is nice)
my dancing demoiselle
divulging the way
directing with
dendriform arms

dangerous
but when the destination
(paradise, yes)
is reached

ah,

delicious.