A Pas de deux

A Pas de deux

A Poem by PandaPeaceful

Sharp turns, 
Bright smile,
Pointed feet,
Beautiful face,
Tall posture,
Straight arms,

"It's all about the technique."
They said. 
Constantly. Screams in my 
Doubts of skill, 
of capabilities. 

"Hair up, watch the posture!" 
Whispers in the corner. 
Judges, teachers, watching 
my every skin. 

Old shoes, 
grey in color,

Two injuries to the leg,
A forced smile, 
A lust for sunsets. 
Wrapped the shoes in 
bandages. Enough, for 
the grand finale. 

Carried by the wind, 
two strong arms, brown in
color, defined. 
Up, and up I go. 
Look up, chin up, fingers up. 
Like an angel. 
"Move the hands, sharply.
With the music. 
Relaxed, yet strong."

Down I go, back to the chest. 
A face, two eyes, brown lips. 
Tall posture, hands meet,
Pirouettes, Assemblé, Plié. 
"Turn to look, elegantly. Fall in love."

Grande Jeté. Tour en l'air. 
A Pas de deux. In perfect sync. 
He looks past me. Past my eyes,
past my soul. 
I stare at him. Directly. Entering his
very orbit. Exploring the chocolate of
his orbs. 
Relishing his scent, the drops of sweat 
dripping from his brow. 
Back down I fall. 
A final Panché. 
Staring up, leaning
towards him. 

Him. Staring at him
In a closet while I, 
savor the bitterness
of a Pas de deux.

© 2019 PandaPeaceful

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Added on June 3, 2019
Last Updated on November 14, 2019