Sunday, August 16, 2009

She Dances

She Dances

“Dance!” he says as he works the rod.
The strings stress,
She dances.

He is in control.
The strings vibrate at his touch,
She dances.

The dance is beautiful.
She loves his attention, so does what he wants,
She dances.

She is everything to him.
Her strings are his only concern.
She dances.

The show is ending.
His mind wanders to other things.
She dances.

The curtain closes.
He lifts her from his stage, to lock her away.
She wants to keep dancing.

He stores her carefully away.
She is his, and he knows he has her.
She waits to dance again.
She yearns to dance again.

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