First Dance

purple, jewels, feathers and sparkling A grape princess Point toes, no stumbling Gentle, yet strong arms to impress one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight Bright lights are blinding, entirely startling Giving the feeling of a dancer lonely, lost or kithless fighting the urge to faint, ignoring my obvious shortcoming The performance commences One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight The metronome count is determining Pique, plie, pirouette, relever, giving my all to impress Leave them wanting My fingers, arms, legs, and feet move effortlessly, the pattern endless One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight Corner of the stage, I spot faces, some with eyes watering Grand ending is the basis A curtsy, skin glistening One, two, three, four Curtains, recess Five, six, seven, eight Exit stage, new beginner darling A exception to my plainness exhausted from stage charming I can still hear the counting, higher than my age,  redancing in my mind, to finesse Reliving the moment of being a beginner starling One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight I'm dances mistress Sent via the Samsung Galaxy S24