The Degas BallerinaThe Degas Ballerina Turned her head And I swear She looked at me, I placed my hands Along the bend of her neck Her toes touching the floor In Apology. I pulled at the blue Of her bow That lay along the lines Of her whitened Tutu, While she leapt And turned Her head hanging. My fingers gripped The edges Of the painting, And I laid my head along hers Until I could hear the murmur of her Thoughts. I took three of the cards Of this painting, My fingers holding them close To my heart &nbsThe Degas Ballerina
death of the ballerina in mindI was sitting here On the edge, Of my theatre chair When you came on stage. You stood on your toes, When you filled Every hole In my mind, And you made the stage an ocean With only you Alive. The rhythm of your legs And the sound Of silk toes hitting Wood Drummed along to the violin's Empty wail. I need you so much closer, You were flailing in your ocean Drowning underneath The weight Of air, I knew you so well The way you spun to the music And how you drifted With a small frown On your fadeath of the ballerina in mind
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