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.
Feb 9, 2021
Feb 9, 2021 at 12:39 PM UTC
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.