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...