Rope of silk

poem

 

I was born in show business

The circus with the gray Elephants

We are the gypsies of beauty

The elegance of a dance

 

A rope slings around my body

Cloth of colors, become my flesh

I tell my story with my dance

Of my rope dance

 

I use my image

To allure my crowd

To entertain and excited them

Even to arouse

 

No words are held between

The prying eyes

They pay to watch a show

They memorize my style

 

I am a dream to some

I tell secrets through my eyes

Still no words slide through my painted red lips

I'm innocent of my sins when my dance does begin

 

Look at me as I spin

Through the silk rope

My flesh is soul

My body is my survival

My rope is my spirit

 

One foul slip

One missed of a move of my hips

If I let the butterflies overpower me

I will slip

 

My work is my desire

My passion is the sway of my hips

My eyes stray into the crowd

 

Dizzy it all blurs

My desire is betrayed

My survival breaks from my soul

I fall

Fall

 

I dream of my death in mere moments

I think of demons that will rip through my sins

My desire will burn

And my beauty will become terrifying

 

Then I feel the net

Hold me as I hear the cheers

Of those I entertain, excite, even arouse

The net holds my survival

Another Circus day to entertain prying eyes

And dance my rope of sinfulness.