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Drag Queen (Repost)

... he points his toes

like a swan stretching its neck :

smooth shaved calves in fish-nets

to slip into stiletto heels,

        performance art of a deceptive nymph

 

... grace on fine-point tips : his gift - gentille lace

Stage lighting and mace

impersonation or personification of feminine beauty

leporine lithely limned

delicate dancer

       it is almost as if floating across water

       he mimicked once more before

some inner mother's nature took over

 

façade of savored tastes - savoir faire

voila! a star in it's place ...

 

... It is her face when the night creates a cape

borne with Van Gogh plumes sufficed with self

she paints upon his face : starry nights

sun-flowers, irises covering the welts...

comparably museum worthy, imitation flames

yet like any other canvas

          beneath it could lie disappointment and mistake

          drafts of inspiration, cover-ups of cynicism

          another creature - some creation unlike him

what was before / behind soft curtains / kept behind his in-betweens unseen ***** stage hands spot light polishing knobs “my name is Job…”

but what if ...

... the truth and what presently others see

Diva or DILF

     to believe or not convincingly

could be / only amateurs who attempt:

moments unfeeling under layers & layers

of blush / trial and errors / sharp contempt

Sunken cheeks of graveyard sheep

Lip syncing nubile twinks insomniacs

Dry shave stubble style…

 

      would you wipe away Mona Lisa's

      smile so devilish with wicked secret

just to uncover blemished a masterpiece:

an ugly Danish duckling underneath ?

 

To  prove his swan-lake / a gent

 

... to evolve from broken eggshells

become a song sung timely

hummed & remembered well

(hells bells and *****

Drag queens’

priceless history / murals' on passing face

No broken naughts

While performing down his lace

      define yourself, she affirms her mirrors...

The harsh flight of life from the embers,

      happiness pursuant to tender

Fully free with goddess grace,

 

it is the power of creativity / the spirit's ability

to overcome adversity

the art of divinity - that is

what he is practicing  

                                 This trumpeter

                                 swan in stiletto heels...

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butch-decatoria
47 / M
Published
Jan 6, 2019
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