Dancer - Poem by Francie Lynch
You like the stage,
So abuse it,
As lovers in their grave,
In a raunchy, sexy way.
There's a mime behind your face-paint,
Above your feathered neck;
The change that rains down on you
Had you sprawling on the deck.
You step through the shadows,
Scan your fingers through the crowd;
Your aquiline shape is warrior-like
In your raunchy, sexy way.
Your squint makes me
Think of your power
The plebes have their thumbs up -
Ah... there goes the rest.
Then you rise, not vain,
No shame in our pain.
But there, exposed,
For all to see,
The road map of your
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