About a Dancer…

You said you were ashamed, so I pretended not to look.
(But I did).
You stretched your arms out.
Blossomed gracefully.
Bright flower. Dusky room.
Cigarette smoke and alcohol thickening the air.

Your gaze turned to the ceiling.
Your mind expanding, vision widening.
You’re everywhere, Dancer.
Your body blurs, you’re leaving here.
Going where my eyes can’t follow.

You trace the night sky with your soft steps.
Even the stars must be jealous.
You leap. Ascend. Burn. Gleam.
Every step is the beginning
of a brave new dream.

Malicia Frost

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