The Tragedy of Two Slow Dancers: A Poem
A poem about lust, love, and the damage miscommunication does
Two slow dancers meet in a moment of weakness on the stage of a queen size mattress
Bedsheets become curtains to behold the tragedy of he who dances for the sake of the art, and she who dances to be in his arms
And she didn’t know why the sparks flying left burns lingering on her lips until they were dismissed as the heat of the moment
And even if there was no audience, the show must go on
Whether it be to make love or to make art, hips must sway in sync
Even if your feet are bruised from the nights performing back-to-back,
And your lips are burned from the sparks -no- the heat of the moment,
The show must go on
The stage must be their canvas, painting a picture of cloud nine’s completion of the water cycle
They’ll paint the picture of when the high fades and we fall back down to the earth
When their hearts drop, and sink back into the ocean
A natural cycle that leaves you bloody and bruised until you reach that high again,
And sink again.
They will paint that picture
Because maybe if she brushes the bruises off as art, they will look prettier against the light
Two slow dancers separate in a moment of clarity
The curtains fall, the stage is left vacant, but the scent of tragedy laced with her perfume still lingers.
About the Creator
Sianna Knight
I am 17 years old, and I was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder at the age of 15 and bipolar 1 disorder at the age of 14. Writing has become my way of expressing myself while creating a space for others to feel seen
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That's an amazing poem!