I'm not crazy,
although my heart goes a little wild at
the sound of your laugh,
the light in your eyes is the
kind of sunset that I first
saw with you,
mixed with the small gleam of
Andromeda,
when your mind is far above
my two feet
on this Earth,
where we always meet.
All the while, I waltz about empty streets &
my limbs sing lithe lyrics
of the way my life has
changed,
& how lucky I am that you
love(d) me.
I'm constantly on pointe around you,
taking steps in relevea,
inch by inch to make sure my
words don't overstep any boundaries,
& so even though I'm on my toes,
I might still be beautiful to you.
I may risk a pas-de-chat,
& I saute past my feelings
of apprehension,
I chase back into your arms,
& there my mind does its full extensions.
You dance with me in a way that is
carefree,
a perfect waltz,
full of such levity.
We smile,
bow out gracefully,
& happily say, "Thank you for having me."
A kiss goodbye,
& a touch farewell,
& as I walk away my heart begins
to swell--
I break out into a dance all my own,
Your ballerina,
happily dancing alone.
She leaps & spins,
& loves herself,
because out of all who could've loved her,
it was you, & nobody else.
Truly.
Samantha Weldon 11:37am
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