Swan Lake

Swan Lake

These are

dangerous times

as the music gets louder

and your gigantic

oŕbit of heaviness

swings further from mine.

Something changed.

I can feel it

in the cold of night

and the thirst. 

I had to have a swan.

Women of the court were just not

supernatural enough. It had to be

one who became human

only at midnight. 

And we dance,

not just do acrobatic tricks.

we really dance, tilting and whirling.

It's in our hearts,

The gladness of the art

allows enchantment.

But reaching too far

is what killed me.