I’m reluctant to dance with the one
join in embrace on the floor
cut the rug for the sake of fun
when an urge says ‘stay away’
even while there’s no cause
to avoid the replica

reflection seen in mirror’s face
judged alike by twist of chance
so much more where I am less
the fair arrangement becomes the dread
when comparison states the gap
between the beauty and the lack

example of the greatest fool
thinking fate has latitude
to bend expression on its head
only angst is finally felt
illustrating a jealous streak
pen put to flesh in sad belief

this diagram of what should be
outside the base reality
beauty of the desired frame
now avoided with dancer’s grace
when connection is denied
a cage of flesh is then implied.

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