On Celestial Feet

Spinning in slow circles she kicks her legs out and up, an elegant goose-step in billowing red dress and high-heeled shoe.
Offering her a cigarette, with loving eyes confused, he lights it for her.
They ask if she is a dancer.
But this dream girl never does anything so mundane.
Composed of poetry and light, dark smiles that whisper of troubled pasts, and an easy laugh that masks her sadness-
composed of all this she dances her eternal dance on celestial feet.