Standing on tippy toes,
you keep me in pursuit.
Make my head spin,
pirouettes for you.

Every twirl I look at you,
fixed point, but still dizzy.
I'm the eye of your storm,
eyes going to the centre.

I haven't eaten in days,
stick thin ballerina.
Ribs visible through skin,
heart closer to the service.

Sweep me of my feet,
I can't walk anymore.
Feet all blistered,
bleeding on the floor.

We are like swans
with interlocking eyes,
necks forming a heart.
We are new found lovers,
white feathered innocents,
so new to the dance.