The setting is a room
with rugs on the ceiling and walls.
Her body stretches across the smooth-armed floor.
She learned to say “no” through a slow withdrawal
circled and twisting
Suppose her face to be thin and soft.
Her hair cut close.
Eyes that draw each motion like a feeling
In a mind with fingers that probe, bend
And are flung out when she dances
When she lies back with veils and sighs,
Suppose the dreams-
The way they begin to draw her to them…
She runs and spins
Her toes like soft daggers
Twirling across skin