Ballerina
Twirling, like wind...to disappear
from where I've been
on toes
with bashful eyes
and sparkling lids
I hide behind a sea of ribbon
I painted pink...
I stretch truth
with graceful hands and light finger tips
spinning
like golden curls, innocent face
lost in a crowd of conviction
or criticism
I fall...to hard wood floors
this bar where I once perched
can no longer hold this weight
Exposed, not only in the flesh
in my staggering walk
in my gibberish talk
exposed
awakened from a dream
I shed perfect pedals...
to reveal what lies beneath satin
what lies beneath lace...
Tabi
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