Sep 2015
not here, here, here
-eyes closed-
a bath rub filled with bubbles
shaped like balloons rising in the air
her heart cut open, she can’t preclude
the secret nature of her love
and, he loved her, he loved her
he watched her every ballet she danced
a butterfly moving on tiptoes
tripping the light en pointe with
painted pale lips, winged eyeliner
silk Lacroix corset and feathered tutu
performing Swan Lake
at the Palais Garnier
the promised faery tale ballets
graceful movements to Tchaikovskys’s
compositions, telling the story of Odette
drowning in the lake falling to her fate
-KNOCK-
not here, here, here
-eyes open-
his voice; Laurier
her soul; punctured by her lover
a locked bathroom door
she kisses away her melancholy madness
not here, here, here*
© Sia Jane
-eyes closed-
a bath rub filled with bubbles
shaped like balloons rising in the air
her heart cut open, she can’t preclude
the secret nature of her love
and, he loved her, he loved her
he watched her every ballet she danced
a butterfly moving on tiptoes
tripping the light en pointe with
painted pale lips, winged eyeliner
silk Lacroix corset and feathered tutu
performing Swan Lake
at the Palais Garnier
the promised faery tale ballets
graceful movements to Tchaikovskys’s
compositions, telling the story of Odette
drowning in the lake falling to her fate
-KNOCK-
not here, here, here
-eyes open-
his voice; Laurier
her soul; punctured by her lover
a locked bathroom door
she kisses away her melancholy madness
not here, here, here*
© Sia Jane
