Ballet of Hearts

Bend and plie, tulle dreams and satin
pink buds of lips, taffeta eyelashes
butterscotch sweet I taste as we kiss
a dance on pointe of trembling desire
you dip me below the stars, I sail to
the moon, aloft in your arms, waning
circle, waxing love, a joining quiet
as the bow of a ballerina whose body
is song, all gentle, no edge, finale,
we surrender to the piano and all is
orchestrated bliss, pounding Stravinsky,
dew wet eyes, soft touches, an ankle
twisted, a leg sprained, and when I
am done with ribbons around bruises,
we sleep so deep we are crystal caves.

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