The dancer hits pavement
remembering the past
it glows like orange phosphorescent lights
dim but hits the cheek bones just right
i can see us having a laugh
when we remembered what it was like to have unburdened our minds
on cheap thrills and lucky finds
we had the moment in our hands
like a dancing ballerina
dressed in pvc and leather
elegant and illicit
but soon her coordinated steps
became broken bones and jagged movements
like she had become too full of all our hopes
and all our fears
so we released her too quick
before she could rise up and into the world
she disappeared in the folds of time
lost in bitter rhyme
tequila and lime
we shouldnt bargain with our souls
to retrieve a love so distant and cold
all this built up kenetic energy
could ignite the whole western hemisphere
in something so raw and so dear
but if the dancer is to again cantilever
on the edge of disaster and bliss
then we must open our hands
from the clenched fist we bore
the day we learned to ignore
all our sorrow and shame
for a rainy days worth of empty games
and if she should dance again
could we discern the light from the bleak reality of the world
the dark that permeates everything
the abyss that was our lives
might we be blinded by the sudden onslaught of photons
and aurora that will surround us
can we be happy again or has the emotion dried up in us
sucked out by the adult world
theres nothing nice left in my head
the only hope for me
lies in the ballerinas pointed feet
as she walks the tightrope
between being your lover and your friend
she is confident and strong
but the rope is narrow and long
if she falls she will break
and everything we know
will become one with the pavement
Copyright © northern phoenix | Year Posted 2022
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