The Ballerina

she smoothly swings a fluid leap
her satin dancing slippers brush the floorboards
of a resin-tacky retreat,

she pitter-patter slides the
essential sensual distant eyes
across her thin extended thighs--

wood splinters slowly inside her head;
she is adhered to this lilting life,
and someday her joints will creak

By Jason Paul Fox

poem written by JASON PAUL FOX.
You MUST credit my authorship when reproducing this poem in any way!

Violators are prosecuted, no joke!
I'm living off the generosity of plagiarists now!
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