Ballet

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The music starts my heart does pound
My feet tread nimbly on the ground.
Grande jeté and pirouettes
My legs aren’t the only things that leapt.

I twist and twirl on the box of my shoe
Making the audience believe the shows new.
I count the beats, now is the diminuendo
Four more counts until the crescendo.

Three more beats until my jump
The excitement rises in my throat like a lump.
Five changementes and then one grand
As I come down from the jump he grabs my hand.

We spin as one for two counts of eight
Then he lifts me high above his waist.
I stay still and rigid until the sixth beat,
Then he lowers me down and our hands do meet.

We turn to the audience and take a great bow
They all look awestruck; some even say “wow”.
We bow once more, this time to each other
We have great chemistry, but we can’t stand one another.





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