The Star by Edgar Degas
JO
hello dreamer
you were the dancer
on sleek legs
of muscles hewn
on toes of hope
on dusty floors
arms outstretched
in a pose of
crucifixion
twirling magically
and then dying
cool ivory skin
smooth like glass
I touched you then
but did not know you
but I loved your magic
in you I saw
the reality of dreams
the beauty of youth
the ever stretching hope
of things to come
and the world as mine
you were me
and I was you
we didn’t know it then
until arm against arm
we saw the reflection
