The dancers spin in hapless turns
movement longing for their song to start again
Spinning, dancing the red shoes fly
over and over again
Watching and waiting
longing and itching to grow
to fit in
to belong to the tune of time yet again
to be like everybody else
The steps grow in number
the motions more vulgar
Innocence song has gone
twisting and turning
movements slide
smiles suggestive
thoughts and feelings mix
emotions tangle with need
Brush up against
feel the heat longing from within
breathing harsh, full from the reckless dance
tones growing
steps heated
as the tune grows to an end
Motion stops
emotion full eyes gleaming out from hooded lids
wanting longing pleading hidden
Bow away waiting for the next pace
new steps start again
and awaiting for the lovers song again
Swinging in hapless turns
Watch the dancers turn in the mirror
The masks glimmering
the façade blending and bleeding
becoming a part of the dance
turn after turn becoming a mockery of once was
the glass breaks
and the innocence fades
with the nights song