Sep 2014
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Symbols danced in InkGirls eyes
As she twirled herself
Onto the stage
Pen in mouth, her skin the page
-
Rhythmic sensuality
Bouncing inside her veins
Her enunciation popping sounds
In the eardrums, of those listening
-
She dances
Her heartbeat prances
Her ink is like France; beauty
Her statement like the Eiffel Tower
-
Poésie Je t’aime
She cries
As she bled herself
Into the diamond around her neck
-
Poetry becomes a worded butterfly
Fluttering toward InkGirl
But when he lands on her
He began to melt into her
-
The words on Poetry’s wings
Became apart of InkGirl
The audience ooh’d and ahh’d
As the swirly word magic robed the girl’s body
-
She became a poem
While she pirouetted
Her body a poetic language
Speaking to the eyes only
-
She is a ballerina Poetess
As she swallows her diamond pen
Her eyes blue pearls
Her lips; poetry
-
Je suis devenu un poème
She whispers
She loved Poetry so much
She became it
-
[Although she is stuck to the stage
She is performed; over and over
The theatre is her birth and her grave
She is chained forever, because of love]
Symbols danced in InkGirls eyes
As she twirled herself
Onto the stage
Pen in mouth, her skin the page
-
Rhythmic sensuality
Bouncing inside her veins
Her enunciation popping sounds
In the eardrums, of those listening
-
She dances
Her heartbeat prances
Her ink is like France; beauty
Her statement like the Eiffel Tower
-
Poésie Je t’aime
She cries
As she bled herself
Into the diamond around her neck
-
Poetry becomes a worded butterfly
Fluttering toward InkGirl
But when he lands on her
He began to melt into her
-
The words on Poetry’s wings
Became apart of InkGirl
The audience ooh’d and ahh’d
As the swirly word magic robed the girl’s body
-
She became a poem
While she pirouetted
Her body a poetic language
Speaking to the eyes only
-
She is a ballerina Poetess
As she swallows her diamond pen
Her eyes blue pearls
Her lips; poetry
-
Je suis devenu un poème
She whispers
She loved Poetry so much
She became it
-
[Although she is stuck to the stage
She is performed; over and over
The theatre is her birth and her grave
She is chained forever, because of love]
