Dreams sway amongst the fold of cloth around her waist.
Her shoes clack, beating a shiver down every watcher’s breast.
As jazz breathes life into her straining calves,
Her smile aches of a tale still burdened to silence.
A dragonfly hairclip struts one missing sapphire,
On hair that fears surrender to passion and fuddlement.
Whiskey-fumed kerchiefs are empty promises to her dry tears,
As she humors the manner her mascara has run from sweat,
Chuckling with the boys that fancy her a hoot,
And remind her of virginity.
They serve distraction from the liquefaction of her nerves,
And the disappointment rooted in her forceful, self-moralizing heels.
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