cricles across the cathedral square
sweet ballerina
she glides like a knife through butter
carve out a heart
she doesn't pas du deux
her best performance yet
the curtain's nearly set
blue velvet sky
brave little princess
soften her edges
have them melt to the cobblestone cracks
she doesn't pas du deux
her best performance yet
each twirl, a revolution
each revolution, a secret unsealed



a poem i wish i'd had the confidence to resite to you personally