She is dancing, toe shoes strapped tight
satin ribbons engraved in skin.
Paint the eyes and lips
dark shadows enhancing
pinkening shimmers
lost hours in the looking glass wondering
"Who are you, sweet stranger?"
loose limbs, floating on the current
jumping through stages
gravityless and weightless
they name her Swan.
5 comments:
I want to be within this.
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Amazing... beautiful....
This is so lovely. It created such entrancing, clear pictures in my head of a ballerina.
i can see her dancing through your words... :) lovely.
Just perfect <3
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