Unleash the ballerina
you conceal
in modest allurements;
unleash the light
in your legs at midnight;
take me slowly
through the unused
ballrooms of your real self.

Let me see you
bare-shouldered and shimmering
in your own skin;
let me feel you, naked and alive,
behind the long darkness
of your mourning veil;
let me taste in your lips
the lingering traces
of some pure primeval passion
that never wanes.

Uncover temptation’s furnace:
this desire that rages
so quietly within;
uncover the book of dreams
in which your name
lies next to mine;
cast aside your mask
of mannered apathy,
and dance the great dance
of longing and affirmation.