Sunday, August 28, 2005

A Pretty Dancer for Your Cries

Quickly, she smiles.
Little hands, little feet.
Little heart.
She turns and turns. pirouettes.
Arms, legs, poised.

Quietly she weeps.
Quietly she sings.
Quickly she smiles.

Bleeding and pleading and begging.

Pathetic, she turns and turns.
The world blurs and blurs.

And she stops for a moment.

stops for a breath.
stops for you, her love.
Stops you, her love.
Stops a breath for you.
her love.

Her hair is fixed.
pretty in misery
pretty in darkness.

with the lights dimmed.
no more imperfections.
with your eyes half closed
no more imperfections.

Quietly she hides.
quietly she turns
quietly you'll slip from her heart
her memory
Quickly she smiles.

Her back is aching
breaking.
not her heart this time.

her body.
Remember, body, the way it feels
to move like this
to be seen like this.

to glide like this.

Quietly
Quietly

remember, forget, body,
What it feels like
to be taken like this.
to give like this.

Turning and turning.
Rocking.

Quietly, Quietly.

Quickly.

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