melt into a song..
let it sink into my hips and past the dirt on my knees
the arch of my back
buckling beneath the twang of heat
and mechanics;
ticking towards my side and grasping hair skin and flesh against my own
i am metal
i am not real
but your lips are
and i can only imagine
what they taste like
taste like
when im dancing
for you
in the audience
you see me and i know you do so for you
en pointe
I twirl my arms askew at the attempt at looking human
toes pointed i rise despite gravity
despite the earth
n'er breathing
twirling for you, mister
if i dared
would you mate
with this mare?
i suck back a sob
when you leave the room
hoping after this
i'll see you soon.
but alas you are gone
as is my performance.
meet me at midnight
beneath the lamp post.
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