I wish I was a dancer
A ballerina.
I wish my body was
Capable of grace.
1,2,3...1,2,3

I'd point my toes
They'd curl under,
Head held high.
Smile. Sigh. Repeat.
1,2,3...1,2,3

My mind can spin
Tales of love, but
The story of my body
Remains unwritten.
1,2,3...1,2,3

If I had talent, I’d be a musician

I’d play for small crowds or big arenas

I’d be able to command the attention of an audience

I’d charge buckets of money or sometimes not charge a thing at all

If I had guts, I’d be an actress

I’d wear designer dresses to all the award shows

I’d become any character anyone could come up with and

I’d even move to LA or New York

I’d hide from paparazzi and enjoy every second

If I had grace, I’d be a dancer

I’d glide across the floor, making every step look effortless

I’d feel the music through my toes and in my heart

I’d have perfect pirouettes and flawless leaps

I’d be so beautiful

If I was braver I’d be a poet

I can write poems until my fingers bleed

String words together on lined paper

Watch them as they tumble from my pen

Sometimes I even wake up in the middle of the night

Just to write down some lines or stanzas

But no on ever reads them

I keep them tucked away in notebook after notebook

Hidden by school notes or doodles

I leave them all to collect dust

If I was braver, I’d be a poet

Instead I hide my poetry away from prying eyes

Out of fear, I let the pages rot

Until I lose myself in their wilted corners

And I can feel my soul begin to wilt as well

Through the rhymes I choose to ignore

To the poetry I give pieces of myself that no one will ever see

If I was braver, I’d be a poet

-JE

it begins
with silky smooth fabric
like tiny cushions on her
delicate skin

she spins
her back arched ever so slightly
the curvatures of her feet
cuts through the empty air

she is swift
she is fast
she is doing what she
knows best

her fragile stability
is as light as a spider
she dances through the darkness
leading light in her path

the inaudible patter
as her feet
gracefully hit the floor
weave a tapestry

of a love unknown.

the sun
rises as
it is done

she does not remain
she is gone
her blood is a
song

sang just before the dawn.

(b.d.s.)

Tangle me in your web of desire.
May your passion light my fire.
Sharing secrets; with my secret admire.
Your piece of mind,
My quagmire.
Below the surface,
My hidden Sapphire.
Shooting starts;
Chasing tails.
Such a satire.
It's all good,
Until it backfires.

Soft linen surrounds me as I wake draped in your arms,
I feel your breath on my back and smile,
The light of the morning lifts the shadows, and glides across your soft skin,
I turn and press my mouth against your forehead, stopping a moment to inhale your scent,
As your lips curl into a smile, my quiescent heart builds up rhythm,  
Your eyes open in a flourish of dazzling blue, and the dancer in my chest begins to twirl,
Oh those captivating eyes, circles of crystal that continually ensnare, hypnotising, encapsulating, my dancer has begun to leap.