Pirouette

You make pirouettes from heaven
Intricate turns downward in the wind
With invisible strains of silk, trailing
An elegant twist of edge and envy
And holding your breath,
As gracefully you turn into yourself
And come out a dancer
A glint of sunlight stroking a rough side
To reveal an intricate movement of own
A network of syllabically unplanned sways,
Of divine and erotic swindles and frays,
A final dive of perpetual sensuality...
But to fall unnoticed,
But a leaf on terrace:
Never to dance again...