Monday, March 21, 2011

Ballet

A Silhouette
A Pirouette
On Point
Past the point

Brilliant
Shimmering
Sensored
Dynamic

She sings to me
The most beautiful choruses
Without ever parting her lips

Stalagmites
Stalactites
Meet me halfway

You marval
You croon
I love you
I swoon

Did she ever have a chance?

We are all angels until we fall from Grace But when you get thrown into a pit, what a disgrace Among the muck and the mire and the con...