Fix My Movements…

Dancers

Fix my movements with your anxious glare.
Immobilize my arms in a labyrinth of
Soft, dewy tentacles
Engorged with a desire that chooses not to see.
Bound my feet with jesses of liquid lavender
As you trace meandering paths of pink tafetta
Across my undulating chest.
Move until my breath eludes me,
Until everything
Is alien.

Art: “Dancers”
Edgar Degas

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