ballerina

 
i
woven throughout your artistry are blood and tears
tears for the man who holds you--  
until the rest of the world disappears
 
ii
he kisses all your scars--
all the little scars that make up a woman...stain you beautiful  
you carry each one with grace the way only a woman can
 
iii
masochism an art form you ascribe to but it's never defined you
you're a woman born of pain
born into a world that crushes hopes and dreams
 
iv
ballerina pirouetting addiction
a thousand poppies will make you sleep to dream a new dream
imagine one into being and it will be so
 
v
in the field of illusion, you cast magic  
cast it on the airs hoping it comes back to you
in my heart I know it will your magic is pure
 
vi
I weep reading your love letters to the Sadist
your soul is neatly tucked in its pages
I read between the lines to find your heart  
corsetted and breathtaking as always I find it
 
vii
beautiful one I love you