i’m still a dancer
behind
a dark velvet stage,
a ballerina,
peeking anxious at a
curtain opening slow,
still in tutu, tights,
straining to find
your eyes
reflection
from breathless
wooden chairs.
Sending poetry to the world
i’m still a dancer
behind
a dark velvet stage,
a ballerina,
peeking anxious at a
curtain opening slow,
still in tutu, tights,
straining to find
your eyes
reflection
from breathless
wooden chairs.