Ballet Poem by Erika Conti

Ballet



Waking up on a dance floor
shoes at my feet
won't let me touch base
with the ground
i can feel your hands
offering shelter
to my cheesy heart
telling me
that there's nothing wrong
in this essential core
here.
like a miracle of beauty
morning sparks in
whenever i think of you
a subtle breeze
brushes my eyelids
free from fears
i start to dance
listening to the
magic
melody
of yours
step by step
step by step step by step
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