The Dying Swan
on that day
she performed the dance
in a mortal silence
- lustful intensity,
the unusual
exit with the back
was hiding her face
without any wave of hope,
the eyes
where
seeking consolation,
her spine
became alive
like a tempting serpent,
- arms
were wavy wings
a cry for help,
legs outstretched
like two cello strings
rising
under the guidance
of internal forces,
the pirouettes
faked
with a great talent
the lack of courage,
as a sacrifice brought to the air
she kept doing
dozens of rotations
as if
the body
was anointed
with the dark air,
then,
it fell into its arms
like a wet coat,
every movement
spoke
again and again
"I love you
and
I hate you",
sun rase
died
in a light
that bowed obediently
under the
the public eyes
riveted
like a forest
of frozen trees,
waiting for
- what's next
Copyright © Maria Mitea | Year Posted 2021
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