Swan Lake

The line of pulsing shoulder blades,

as wings flexing.

The powerful force of grace, I see,

her Russian rib-cage making ripples

as it sweeps her silken side,

Heaving

beneath composure

Of closed lips and firm eyes

which would break

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s