Lightning flashes
in eyes of storm
brown turn
to hazel
when
taboo
art forms
Brushing
across blushing
dares a flightier dance
to the peacock chorus line
(...two in the hand?)
I'mpure, painted fancies
can fly blue to cyan
Watch them
flash now
as they
catch
     in the
        light
                s
                        l
   ­                           o
                           w
                     grace
            ful
             move
        ments
when
she   ­   
      dances            
alone
          .  
           behind
                  her
              fans
       of soft
feathers
  .          
        She                  
       dances              
alone