Ballerina

Photo by Nino Oshkhereli

I stood in her light,

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Brought to the forefront by panic in the distance

Conceding of every accented subliminal

inner          space

I traced her neck with the tip of my tongue

Her face toward mine, her back arched

In numbers I dared not quantify

Our arms medallions of supremacy one onto the other

           

Barefoot by way of treason against a boulder of lies

She placed her begging on tables as offerings

Too grand to subdue her place at the

head

My mouth took graceful shape at the beckoning

Her hands in surrender to pulsating gravity

Fashioned out of hungry thighs and eyes

Our toes, a visible pirouette betrayed by foreign garments