she dances for you
with this poem.
straining against
chastity and feathers,
loosing the white swan
shallow waters for deep.
the sorrowful moon
begs to enter you
to call to her:
chain her tall, slender
form, cuff her wrists
create bruising that
only you appreciate.
broken feathers,
broken chastity,
broken ballet slippers
waiting to transform,
be freed into her.
`t. imaan tretchicovmanicova
6jan12
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