Rehearsal
“In a silent place between window panes.”
This is beautiful.
I love you in a silent place
between window panes
and in the corners of stairways
where the handrail—a barre—
steadies me, a dancer
before her music,
about to stretch
her way into collective breaths
held gently,
like my waist:
your fingertips, too,
a Degas.
Reblogged from it's all in the wrist